The sound of knocking glass

Do you know what that sound of someone knocking on glass sounds like? Do you know what it sounds like at 1:15 in the morning? First of all, that is one sound that can get on my nerves very quickly and especially at such a ridiculous time of the morning.

Yes, I just got pulled over for the SECOND time in my life. With both of these I have been fairly close to home. As I was getting off the exit to come home, a cop car was waiting just down the road. I told my cousin "That cop is going to pull me over." Yep, I was right he, or should I say, they did. The first cop knocked on my cousins side of the car. My first thought was, "that's weird," until the second cop knocked on my side. By this time all the information that he was going to need was in my hand...(except the registration) I somehow forgot to grab it. Mr. Cop said, "I pulled you over because you are all over MY roads." Yeah right I just got off the exit.

Anyways I was question to if I had recently been drinking, and where was I coming from and where was I headed. No, to the first answer, just got off work, heading about a block away to my bed. Then for some reason I went back to the first question and answered yes to it. This certaintly got his attention. I have been throughly enjoying my Sweet Tea I just purchased at McDonald's. He didn't enjoy this answer very much but deep down inside I was laughing.

In the other ear I hear the cop asking Lis for her id. "Sir, I don't have one." Then here comes all the questioning for her. How old are you, are you of any relation, where are you coming from, where are you headed? Elisabeth politely answers all his questions. Next comes the question, whose car does this belong to, why are you in an Indiana licensed car? Yes, at this point I was frustarted. I politely jump in an inform this guy that it belongs to my dad. Then here it goes again, "Why do you have it, what are you doing in Ohio, shouldn't you be home by now? Do I really have to explain my whole life to this stupid cop? I could be in bed at this very moment instead of answering these stupid questions.

Finally, they both go to their car. When Mr. Questions returns I am informed that I need to drive in one lane, and not all over the road because I am a threat to those on the road. My brain once again goes into smartical remarks, I'm such a threat, no one has passed us since you pulled me over, I just got off the exit, how could I possible be all over your road? Thankfully I kept these remarks in.

As I am venting I am drinking my "alcholic tea." I know they are bored with nothing to do, but please don't make me sound like I'm committing all these horrible traffic violations just because you have nothing better to do. My opion and attitude toward policemen at this moment is not the greatest.

What a great way to end an excellent day. Details of my day will follow sometime in the future. I've vented about my wonderful encounter with two bored cops, I'm beyond ready for bed, so I shall go there.

Goodnight,
Frustrated