He's screaming at me to stay in the car and calls in a second cop.
I am very confused what I could have done wrong, since I was driving normally at the speed limit.
"Why didn't you pull over immediately?" the officer demands.
"I was looking for a safe place to pull over, " I insist.
" I could arrest you right now for failure to yield to police!" he barks at me.
After searching my car with a flashlight for contraband and finding none and then checking my vision, he asks me for license and registration. I am in my 2003 Focus, but I sold it to my friend, so I am borrowing the car for a few days and the plates don't match the registration. Sketchy.....
" What are you doing out at 3:30 in the morning?" the officer quizzes me.
I burst into tears. " Moving to New Zealand. Want to see my passport?" I offer up through sobs." Sketchy story....
"You have no inspection sticker posted- a $50 fine. Nine times out of 10 when someone doesn't pull over right away there are drugs and alcohol involved, mam. Do you see my position?" he yells at me.
" Where are you going? He asks me.
" The Comfort Inn across the street," I say through tears. Sketchy....
"Why not home to your house at Kingston?" he asks me in disbelief.
" The movers packed everything, even the beds." I try to explain while sobbing hysterically.
He checks his computer and finds that the car was sold this week to a resident in Carver- my story checks out and I have no criminal record. Begrudgingly, he returns to the drivers side window.
" Against my better judgement, I am letting you off with a warning. Get the car inspected, and drive safely across the street. Take a deep breath, mam."
In this case, the truth is stranger than fiction. The policemen drive away, and I am left crying from fear in my car. Bad night to be moving, I guess.