I am what some would call a paranoid mess. i myself like to think of it as me being a nervous wreck. whether im on a boat, a plane, or driving i panic. it was amazing that i even got my license. since i was 15 i have taken a total of about 7 or 8 permit tests. most people get their permits and in 6 months TAKE their drivers license test. i held on to it like some sort of shield.
finally i got the guts to take my license test when i was 18, yes thats right i PRACTICED driving for 3 YEARS.finally i got my license and everyone was shocked that i actually received it in my hands and was now legally allowed to function a moving vehicle.
so now being 22 years, i have done well in the accident and ticket department. maybe because i dnt drive unless i absolutely have to, or i wont drive far unless im the DD, or maybe bc i actually am a safe driver contrary to popular belief. i think people in the passenger seat panic bc i panic-not bc im an unsafe driver.
this pre story brings me to my next story. the day i got a ticket.
last summer i was preparing for my trip to the native land aka sri lanka alone. first time traveling alone and internationally. i was trying to prove to my parents that i was a big girl, that im independent, and responsible. all that was shot to hell the day i got a speeding ticket.
i was at my freinds house when i realized i was already about 15 mins late for work. so like a mad dash i frantically left her house and was ZOOMING down a 35 mph at 75 mph. when suddenly i realized i had just DASHED past a cop on a motorcycle lurking in the bushes like a creeper. my first thought was maybe he didnt see me because i was going so fast, then my second thought was who the hell am i kidding , he saw me bc now hes following me. so of course i pulled over, my palms were sweaty and my heart was beating a million beats per second.
me: hello officer
creeper cop: hi mam do you know why i pulled you over?
me: of course, i was speeding, because i was late for work...NOt that you care
creeper cop: i dont care, and you were going 75 mph
me: ohhhh was i? huh well im late
creeper cop: let me see your license and registration please
me: okey dokey.
for a minute i thought he would feel bad for me, for a minute i thought about crying but when i looked in my rear view mirror and saw him ripping out that dam ticket i knew i was done for. he handed me my ticket and went on his way to find the next bush for him to stand guard at so he can spring up on someone else. i sat in the car for a minute or 2 and then immediately called my best friend to tell her what happened. once i got done telling her she immediately started laughing and said "you were speeding? what did u go 5 miles above the speeding limit?" the ironic thing is i do not even speed and the ONE time i do, i get busted.
going home i knew i couldnt tell my father, he was already on my case about how i dont wash dishes and im a child and wouldnt be able to function without him and my mom. i knew i couldnt tell him because i knew he was right and also because he would probably end up paying for the ticket, why? because i have a shoe habit to support and thus because of this always broke.
the time finally came for me to go to sri lanka. i was packed, organized, and ready to be on my way. at the airport during my last goodbyes i handed my father a letter. he was soo touched he actually hugged me (my family is not the affectionate type). all the while i left so guilty bc i knew what was in that letter, it was not a cute i miss you guys note, it was my speeding ticket and a letter begging them not to be mad.
once in sri lanka, settled in and unpacking i figured since i have given my parents a few days to simmer down i can call them and ask them how they reacted to my letter. needless to say my mom thought it was cute and funny in a "only her daughter would do this kinda way" my father on the other hand, was NOT amused. he told me my little "gift" cost him 300 dollars and my insurance to hike up, i kindly reminded him this was a small price to pay to keep his ONLY child happy and then he said some words i cannot repeat.
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