So, instead of an epic roadtrip like I'd planned for my spring break, my car took a shit on me a couple days before I intended on leaving. I stayed in a resident hall for the most part, but along came the Asian's weekend- the Monday and Tuesday. He decided we'd take an adventure of our own. This is our story. (It will probably be sectioned off into a few different blogs, watch for them.)
He knocked on my window at about 11:00 am. I let him in the side door and he asked if I was still up for leaving. "Well, you decide?" We'd passively talked about going to Salt Lake, Canada, Boise, Seattle.. whatever. Just not really taken the time to think about these things. Rarely are these things thought out. "I don't want to be driving for the majority of my weekend." He tells me. "Well. Bismarck is only 7 hours away." We trolled the tourist page of the city. Sounded legit. Water park, zoo, arts gallery, why not?
We set off on our adventure about.. noon-thirty or so. He had me drive. I was thinkin he'd sleep because he just got off work. No big. I can drive stick.... as long as there's no intimidating Asian glare in the passenger seat watching my every move. Oh wait, there was, that's right... little asshole. So we're off. Not much to tell, had some 4B's soup in Miles City, blah blah blah *FASTFORWARD*
So I have a speeding problem. Big whoop. Who doesn't these days, eh? So it was gettin dark and we were maybe 45 minutes from our destination. Usually I slow down when it gets dark because i can't see the po po when they're out. We get to talkin- because the Asian never slept- and I'm gettin all hyped about the music we're talkin about when all of a sudden I see berries and cherries coming in the opposite direction. I look down and my speedometer and I'm going 95... in a 75. Whoopsie. hehe. So the cop crosses the gaping median - okay lemme paint this for you-
The median is about 3 lanes wide itself. the median is grass and it dips really big in the middle. Had I not slowed my roll and pulled over like a good law-abiding citizen (irony) i probably could have gotten away. This po po took a good nose dive into the damn median. Kinda funny to watch. But here comes the real gold of the story....
The officer walks up, I'm mercilessly apologizing to the Asian already for this. You see, his insurance card is about 4 months expired at this point and hasn't gotten around to getting it updated. The po po does the routine, license, insurance, registration. "Miss do you know why I pulled you over?"
Here it comes ladies and gentlemen, the Gingy people rarely get to witness.
"I believe I was speeding sir."
"I clocked you at 95."
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I'm not used to this car, no cruise control and all, oh my!Wow!So sorry!"
"Ma'am, can you come back to my car with me?"
I look at Asian confused, this never happens. "Uh, sure." I step out of the car and follow him to his cop car. "Does this usually happen in North Dakota? Getting in the cop car?"
He chuckles a little, " I just don't want to get hit tonight standing out there is all."
We get in the car, I'm a little soothed that I'm not going to the big house.
"Where you headed?"
"Bismark. For a vacation."
"In Bismarck?" He chuckles," Why there?"
Before I knew it I was tellin him all kinds of things and he was asking more questions. Even told him how Asian and I met, what I was going to school for and my plans of heading to Mississippi in May. This man was just eating it up. People, you must understand, no one and I mean NO one can refuse southern charm. Silly things like when he asked what I was in college for and my replies.
"Mathematics right now."
"Who goes to school for that?" He smiles.
"Guess I'm just good with numbers. Clearly not the ones on the road." I chuckle back. He laughs it up.
"Well, I don't know how they do it in Montana and Wyoming, but we have a point system here. I only marked you were going 90 so you don't have as many points racked up and have your license taken away."
"Well that's so sweet of you!"
"But I do have to give you a ticket. I'll even give you an envelope so you can mail the money within the next two weeks."
"Thank you sir." A little wink.
I walk back to the car, finishing up my charming with a quick smile and flick of the hair. I look at the ticket and burst out laughing. I get in the car, happy as a clam.
"What's the damage?" Asian asks.
"Hehe. Guess. Just guess!"
"Well, somethin like THAT would have put me at a $250 ticket and a night in jail!"
"Hehehehehe try $75."
"WHAT? WHAT?!NO!THAT'S SO BULLSHIT!"
"Hehee no one can resist.."
"Seriously. That's not even fair. I'm mad at you right now!"
I giggle a little more and this conversation goes back and forth for a while.
We ride up into Bismarck a little later and that fun begins in Part II.
He knocked on my window at about 11:00 am. I let him in the side door and he asked if I was still up for leaving. "Well, you decide?" We'd passively talked about going to Salt Lake, Canada, Boise, Seattle.. whatever. Just not really taken the time to think about these things. Rarely are these things thought out. "I don't want to be driving for the majority of my weekend." He tells me. "Well. Bismarck is only 7 hours away." We trolled the tourist page of the city. Sounded legit. Water park, zoo, arts gallery, why not?
We set off on our adventure about.. noon-thirty or so. He had me drive. I was thinkin he'd sleep because he just got off work. No big. I can drive stick.... as long as there's no intimidating Asian glare in the passenger seat watching my every move. Oh wait, there was, that's right... little asshole. So we're off. Not much to tell, had some 4B's soup in Miles City, blah blah blah *FASTFORWARD*
So I have a speeding problem. Big whoop. Who doesn't these days, eh? So it was gettin dark and we were maybe 45 minutes from our destination. Usually I slow down when it gets dark because i can't see the po po when they're out. We get to talkin- because the Asian never slept- and I'm gettin all hyped about the music we're talkin about when all of a sudden I see berries and cherries coming in the opposite direction. I look down and my speedometer and I'm going 95... in a 75. Whoopsie. hehe. So the cop crosses the gaping median - okay lemme paint this for you-
The median is about 3 lanes wide itself. the median is grass and it dips really big in the middle. Had I not slowed my roll and pulled over like a good law-abiding citizen (irony) i probably could have gotten away. This po po took a good nose dive into the damn median. Kinda funny to watch. But here comes the real gold of the story....
The officer walks up, I'm mercilessly apologizing to the Asian already for this. You see, his insurance card is about 4 months expired at this point and hasn't gotten around to getting it updated. The po po does the routine, license, insurance, registration. "Miss do you know why I pulled you over?"
Here it comes ladies and gentlemen, the Gingy people rarely get to witness.
"I believe I was speeding sir."
"I clocked you at 95."
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I'm not used to this car, no cruise control and all, oh my!Wow!So sorry!"
"Ma'am, can you come back to my car with me?"
I look at Asian confused, this never happens. "Uh, sure." I step out of the car and follow him to his cop car. "Does this usually happen in North Dakota? Getting in the cop car?"
He chuckles a little, " I just don't want to get hit tonight standing out there is all."
We get in the car, I'm a little soothed that I'm not going to the big house.
"Where you headed?"
"Bismark. For a vacation."
"In Bismarck?" He chuckles," Why there?"
Before I knew it I was tellin him all kinds of things and he was asking more questions. Even told him how Asian and I met, what I was going to school for and my plans of heading to Mississippi in May. This man was just eating it up. People, you must understand, no one and I mean NO one can refuse southern charm. Silly things like when he asked what I was in college for and my replies.
"Mathematics right now."
"Who goes to school for that?" He smiles.
"Guess I'm just good with numbers. Clearly not the ones on the road." I chuckle back. He laughs it up.
"Well, I don't know how they do it in Montana and Wyoming, but we have a point system here. I only marked you were going 90 so you don't have as many points racked up and have your license taken away."
"Well that's so sweet of you!"
"But I do have to give you a ticket. I'll even give you an envelope so you can mail the money within the next two weeks."
"Thank you sir." A little wink.
I walk back to the car, finishing up my charming with a quick smile and flick of the hair. I look at the ticket and burst out laughing. I get in the car, happy as a clam.
"What's the damage?" Asian asks.
"Hehe. Guess. Just guess!"
"Well, somethin like THAT would have put me at a $250 ticket and a night in jail!"
"Hehehehehe try $75."
"WHAT? WHAT?!NO!THAT'S SO BULLSHIT!"
"Hehee no one can resist.."
"Seriously. That's not even fair. I'm mad at you right now!"
I giggle a little more and this conversation goes back and forth for a while.
We ride up into Bismarck a little later and that fun begins in Part II.
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