Starting My Life of Crime

A couple weeks ago, I was leaving my weekly Sit N' Chat, the girls night hang out every Thursday. I was leaving my friends house later then usual, because I got a little involved. So it was about 12:30 am when I was leaving. When I got to the end of her street, I started to turn right onto the major road. I was going to pull a California stop, but my plans were cut short by the cop who started to turn onto the street I was leaving. So I stopped a little short and definitely fast, with a big jerk. Which I don't normally like to do, but you know how it is? I didn't want them to think I wasn't going to stop.

I became worried when the cop pulled to a stop on the other side of the road from me. I didn't know what to make of this, so decided to proceed with caution. I turned onto the major street and then only had a block to my street. As soon as I finished the turn I realized that a cop was further behind me and was a little freaked out and swerved a little in my attempts to watch them and make sure they turn on the street I had just come from. But I drove the speed limit and very cautiously, because it was making me nervous. (Now who wouldn't be nervous at this point?)

I turned onto my street and felt I was home free (literally). Suddenly, about halfway home, when suddenly lights are flashing behind me. What the...? I pull over and the cop gets out and shines the flashlight in my face.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" he asks.

"Um...home?" I say/ask. I wasn't sure if that was the right answer.

"Where did you come from?" he questions.

"My friends house." I answer.

"Who is your friend?" he interrogates.

"Jamie." I say.

"Where does she live."

K: "Somewhere on (insert street name). But I don't know the exact address."

"Were you coming from a party?"

K: "Noooo. Just a bunch of women, sitting around...chatting." (Unfortunately he missed my pun completely.)

"You do realize it looks suspicious that we get a domestic violence call and you are speeding away as soon as we arrive?"

K: "I'm sorry?"

"And you were swerving into a snow bank. It looks extremely suspicious."

(Swerving into a snowbank? For crying out loud! I didn't hit anything!)

K: "I'm sorry, I was watching you guys watch me."

"All right. You can go."

And he graciously waved me on home.

So I was pulled over for leaving the scene of a crime and acting suspicious. You've got to be kidding. I've acted suspicious many times before this and never gotten pulled over for it before.