This week our Stake is going on a Pioneer Trek across Wyoming to learn about, remember and respect our ancestors- the Mormon Pioneers. The 14-18 year old youth and some leaders get to go on this Trek. Last night was mutual and (with the trek beginning today- Wednesday) it was only the Beehives (me and two girls). We have a new Beehive coming in on Sunday so we made her a Birthday Candy poster and went over to her house to explain the Young Women’s Program and help her feel welcome.
Then… we decided to go to Dairy Queen! We had to stop by one of the miamaids houses to give her trek cloths and she was tired of being in the house- so we took her too. So the four of us headed off to Dairy Queen! This was fun. The girls have started to realize I am not as old as my saggy boobs and grey hair might suggest- I am young and…hip? We talked about all the boys in the ward- which are cute, nice, and datable (when they are 16-of course). We talked about boys at school (here I was lost). I felt young. They felt grown up. It was a great combo!
On the way home, with a car full of sugar filled giggly girls trying to find their homes in the dark, I GOT PULLED OVER!! Ahh- I am supposed to be an example to these frail young souls and look what I did. What did I do? I turned to them to comfort them (I was sure they would be close to tears) and what do I find? They busted up laughing at me! I had to calm them down before the cop got to my window and try hard not to laugh myself.
The cop asked my name and for my information, then informed me that he pulled me over because one of my headlights was out. IS THAT ALL? This adult humiliation and loss of decency because of a headlight? He then looked through the car and got a weird look on his face- shining his flashlight in the eyes of the giggly young girls in the car. “Who do you have in the car with you?” I told him I was a youth leader and we had just gone to Dairy Queen. “Oh, so I guess I am kind of ruining your night then?” Without thinking I just responded, “Yes officer, You sorta are!”
He took my information back to his car. As he left the window the girls exploded again- “He was TOTALLY flirting with you.” “No he wasn’t he was old.” “He asked your name.” “He had to he is a cop.” “Oh that 40…no 50..maybe 60 year old cop is flirting with you! I bet he likes younger women.” “We should just drive away now and see if he can catch us- but no he has your address.”… and it continued like that (at high squealish decibels).
He came back and gave me a warning. The girls then teased me that he gave me his phone number and he REALLY was flirting. All the way dropping them off I got teased that I got flirted with by a cop. I don’t think I have ever had such an enjoyable time getting pulled over in my life! But I still would rather not repeat the experience!
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Loved this story. It made my day. I think I would still cry even if it was funny. Then if I found out I got pulled over because my headlight was out, I would be tempted to punch the cop. Can he really give you a "warning" for that? You weren't doing anything "wrong"...just didn't know it was time for a new headlight...strange...
Funny story. :P
I think it's odd, though, that you told this story just a single day after one of my local friends was pulled over and let off with a warning for a broken side mirror. She cried about it. I would have, with either situation. I've never been pulled over, but I did have to talk to a cop after I was hit several years ago back in Louisville. Just THAT made me cry, and it certainly wasn't even my fault.
At church on Sunday the girls re-told the story to the rest of the Young Women and they LAUGHED AND LAUGHED...
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