I'm on my happy (but sick) way home from the second job last night, on the phone leaving my brother a voicemail when out of nowhere, I see the flashing lights of a police officer, who passes the person behind me to pull me over with his spotlight blaring in my rear-view. I say into the phone "I'm getting fucking pulled over" and hang up. The person in front of me stops too. I'm thinking, wtf did I do wrong? I was going 50 in a 55 on a country road. He asks me if I know the people in front of me, I say no, so he goes to tell them to leave. Apparently, I'm the one he wants.
He was nice, and asked where I was headed from. I said "work, I work two jobs" he said "oh, that's rough" "yea, and I'm really sick" I say. He's looking at my liscense and says "the reason I pulled you over is because you have a headlight out, did you know that?" I reply with a "yes, I work 8-10 every day so I havn't had time to get it fixed, but I will this weekend". He asked if I still lived where my liscense says I do, and I said no, I live right over on such and such, which is the next street over. He let me go with a "get that checked out as soon as you can". "Thank you officer". Puke.
They should rename my town 'Mayberry'. You know..the only time I'm harassed by the police, is in my own town? Always on my own street, or in this case, the next street over? Seriously, what the hell! That's the third time I've been pulled over there. Know how many times I've been pulled over anywhere else? Once, for driving w/o my headlights on at like, 6:00. And I've been driving for how long? Another sign to move? The police have it in for me?
Someone was looking out for me last night, because firstly before that even, when I left the second job, I almost hit a deer. I've never gotten THAT close to hitting one. I didnt see it until it was in front of me, and you know all about that deer in headlights thing. They freaking stop and stare at you. "oh noooooes, a carrrrrr is coming". I literally came inches from hitting it, and everything in my car came crashing forward from its hiding spots as I squealed to a stop. (my cars kinda messy). It looked at me like "that's what I thought bitch!" And mosied off the road like it owned the damn thing. Deer are really freaking cute, but they're totally arrogant!
I'm downing Zicam rapid melts like their candy. Only, they don't exactly taste like candy. They taste like rotten chalk. Don't ask me how I know what that's like, other than I just assume. I'm friggin sick, and the new year is approaching! I need to knock this shit outta me so I can ring it in proper like. Tonight, I'm going home, and going to bed. Does my life excite you, or what?