July 9, 2010

What Happened at Mile Marker 95

An open letter to the Texas State Trooper at Mile Marker 95:

Dear Officer,

I wonder if you noticed me because I was the only car who actually used a turn signal and moved into the passing lane in order to go around you as you were sitting on the side of the road under the overpass. You say it's because I was speeding, but I'm not sure how that is possible since I was going 70 in a 70-mile-an-hour zone.

You also marked my ticket as the violation occurring while in a construction zone yet there were no orange signs, no workers, no cones, nothing to indicate that there was anything construction-like going on with the exception that the road was very rough with some asphalt overpatching. If that were the case, my entire city and county would be a construction zone and nobody would get anywhere quickly. We might as well declare ourselves Amish and save some gas money while we're at it.

I thought it especially creepy how you were google-eyeing all my junk in the front seat. Yes, I know those knitting needles can look menacing sitting there in my army-green canvas messenger bag, but as long as it has taken me to knit that dishtowel that's on there, believe me, I'm not about to lose it all by whipping the needles out and yelling, "EN GARDE" no matter how tempting it seemed at the time.

All of that is fine, I suppose, but I did begin to resent our visit when you started asking me nosey questions like how long I had been in your state, as if I was an uninvited, unwelcome guest who needed to be hurried along. I further was offended by your additional questions as to what my business was in your state, who I was visiting and what was the nature of my visit.  I felt like if I didn't produce some citizenship papers soon that you'd call the INS and have me shipped off to, I don't know, Ireland, I guess.  I've been asked less questions crossing borders with my passport.

Seriously, do I look like a drug trafficker? A chunky, middle-aged woman with half a bag of licorice jelly beans, some knitting and a drop spindle of freshly spun yarn?  Always the optimist, what I CAN say is that at this rate nobody could ever accuse you of racial profiling, so if you need someone to be a witness as to your equal opportunism, I'm your girl.

I was annoyed with myself later after we parted ways because I thought of all the things I could have done like name-drop the semi-famous person that I was off visiting for the weekend. Or I could have gotten my city council colleague who is also a state trooper to put in a good word for me. Or my nephew who is a deputy sheriff with his drug dog sidekick named Kilo. Or I could have casually mentioned that I am an upstanding, respected minor political figure in my town. None of which I did because the truth is I'm only a lowly human being who was going 70 in a 70-mile-an-hour imaginary, unmarked construction zone because it's a recession and Texas needs its money. Well, and also because I didn't think of any of that while I was scrambling around trying to find the papers you asked for.

Strangely, though, you didn't give me a ticket for speeding.  You said you'd just give me a warning, but would definitely give me a ticket for handing you a proof of insurance card that was expired.  Although that's not what the ticket said.  The ticket said, "Failure to maintain financial responsibility."  Really?  I've paid off all my student loans, my credit card debit, paid off my business, never filed bankruptcy, have good credit.  I wish I had known that having a piece of paper in my glove compartment with the right date on it was enough to qualify as "financially responsible".  I would have a lot more walking around money instead of wasting it on paying my bills and making good investments.

I'm just glad I got pulled over last week instead of this week because otherwise you would have noticed the case of sodium hydroxide (lye) I was hauling around in my car.  Had you seen that you would have surely taken me in on suspicion that I was a mobile meth lab or on my way to my non-mobile meth lab. Or maybe sent me to Guantanamo Bay to hang out with my terrorist homies.  But no, it's just for soap making, Officer, like your great-great-granny used to make way-back-when before people were addicted to fancy smelling soaps that make them smell less like authentic humans and more like the spritzer lady in a department store.

What I do want to say, though, is that I appreciate the job you do (for the most part).  I have dear friends and family in Texas and I want to know they are safe. I want to know that you are being diligent, thorough, and, hopefully, honest in your job.

However, I do worry that in the eleven minutes that you had me pulled over by the side of the road, 2.5 violent crimes occured (according to Texas crime statistics) -- murder, rape, robbery and aggravated assault -- crimes that you were not able to attend to because you were busy asking me about my weekend lying in bed with my best pal while we ate copious amounts of Thai food, had pedicures, knitted and watched pay-per-view movies all night.

But, I do understand that someone needs to stop those speeders because they can cause a lot of problems, too. However, in my humble opinion it's just better to wait until they are actually speeding.



P.S. I had to fill up my gas tank but I waited until I was on the other side of the state line so my own state could benefit from the sales tax generated from my purchase. Boy, did I show you.


  1. He didn't give you a ticket for speeding because it wouldn't have
    held up in court.

    That east Texas part of the state is whole different country. We'll sell it to you cheap?

  2. Be easy on us East Texas ms Ginny,, lol .. Usually the state troopers are pretty straight shooters. but they are nuts about the insurance thingy. Soory you had a bad experience. It aint like that all over,, now be careful the "local yokels". Some of them are stratight out of "Deliverence".. lol

  3. I, like you, do not understand the obsession with speeders when there are bigger fish to fry. Reckless driving...yes, speeders - no!

  4. What a waste! Of time and space! Yours and his!

  5. It was really because you had an Arkansas tag on your car and you dared drive in his precious Texas.

  6. I'm sorry you were inconvenienced but I doubt this particular trooper could have done much to prevent rapes and murders that occur in some of our larger cities.

    We Texans feel targeted when we drive in other states.

    On that note, we feel targeted when we drive in Texas!

    At least you did not receive a ticket for speeding.

  7. I'm beginning to suspect I drive a drug-trafficker vehicle.

    Reforming Geek -- maybe not, but then again he might have done much better to get someone who was driving drunk or didn't have their kids belted into the seat or someone who was driving recklessly with road rage.

    But I totally get it that he was doing his job and all is good. :) Well, mostly good. I still have to deal with Texas circuit court.

  8. At least you didn't get a ticket. And if he hauled your ass to jail that would have been scary cause what if the sheriff was somebody like Barney Fife? At least you got off with a warning. Yeah. A warning not to drive in Texas again!

  9. um, that was a hilarious post. sorry you got a ticket, though.

  10. I assume that he also drove a very big car.

  11. This was awesome! I got pulled over a while ago because I didn't have a license plate on the front of my vehicle . . . Really officer? That car just drove by going 70 in a 35 and you're stopping ME for a missing license plate??? Geesh . . .

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