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I love starting off the new year (and work week) with a ticket, don't you?

Especially when it's coming from a trooper that apparently didn't wake up on the right side of the bed this morning.

So I get pulled over.  The first thing out of the asshole's mouth is "You passed me.  And you were speeding."  Well, durrrr.  We are on the interstate and you were driving below the speed limit in the fast/passing lane.  Technically, it should have been your ass that got over for me.  I'm sorry, but I'm not the type of woman that sees a State Trooper and thinks I immediately have to bow down and worship you at your feet, let alone think you're some untouchable god of the highway.  Mentally I'm rolling my eyes because I knew as soon as those words came out of his mouth that this piece of fail was going to do everything in his power to make the next twenty minutes of my life a joy to endure.  I'm sure I didn't make his morning much better when I ended up rolling my eyes right in front of him when he told me how fast he thought I was going.  Or maybe it was when I broke out the sarcasm when I threw up my hands and said "I know, I know, your radar speaks the truth."  So of course I'm expecting a ticket for going...what was that again...four measly miles over the speed limit, no doubt clocked at the precise moment I chose to pass his Sunday driver ass.  I didn't even bat an eye when he made sure to slip it in that I didn't have a *legal* front plate.  Also of course I didn't have copies of my insurance which I knew were in the van where I left them, a lot of good they're doing me now.  I had a lot going for me, I know.  

I sat and waited for him to come back with one hell of a fine for me but instead I get let off with a warning for my plate and the speeding.  I'm sure he thought he was being one swell guy for giving me that slack.  It's a four hundred dollar fine if I don't show up in court in a couple of weeks to prove I had insurance at the time I got pulled over so one of my furlough days will be spent doing that. 

Sour grapes?  Maybe.  I should be grateful that all is going to get spent is a day at the courthouse but it chaps my ass and makes me dislike any LEO that much more when our pleasant chat gets wrapped up with him glaring at me and saying that "we wouldn't be sitting here now had I not chose to pass him."  Gee, so when you went on and on about my front plate, which by the way, you didn't even have to walk in front of my vehicle to see meaning that you had me singled out long before you pulled me over...that your black little heart would have ignored that particular thing if I hadn't decided not to be a coward and follow you until you got off the highway?  Way to pick and choose what laws you want to enforce there, Officer.  I hope the next time I'm bleeding in some ditch somewhere and you come across the accident, someone hadn't pissed in your Cheerios by then so that you move a little bit faster to get some medical help.