Car-ma!

So the universe evens up on me with the ticket vs. warning scale. Just recently I let a cop off with a warning. Yes, for those counting along at home that's just two posts ago.

I blew through a yellow and pulled into a parking lot thinking, "Sweet they don't have photo enforcement on that light."

Um what they did have was an office who didn't exactly pull me over but pull up to me as I got out of the car and surprise the shit out of me. I almost wish I could have seen my own face and it amazes me that the guy kept a straight face and didn't laugh at me.

In my head, "I dodged that one no cameras on that intersection yet. Whoo hoo. Why is that car there. What kind of car is it? Why is that guy with the patch looking at me..." I bet I tipped my head to the side like my dog does when he hears his name as if trying to understand the meaning of the full sentence. "It's an officer. That's odd he has my car blocked in. He's talking to me. What is he saying? Red light? Right that red light."

I seriously wondered what I looked like. He wasn't getting out of the car and I felt so busted I was just all nods. I'm not sure I said anything until he said "warning." Then I laughed a little. Not a ha ha fucker you fool for not giving me a ticket laugh more of a nervous laugh. I was laughing because I was just bitching about how I never got a warning and here this guy was doing just that.

Now some of you may cringe when when you read that I told him (a really really abridged version) of my last tail light cop warning incident (also I think I used the word cop which wasn't good). Halfway through the very abridged version I started trying to asses just how dumb I am. I mean you take the warning and walk, idiot. He got a kick out of it actually and told me to "pay this warning forward."

I don't really know what that means, but here goes: "Do not run red lights. Especially if there is a cop right in front of you when you do it." You're warned. Pay it forward.