I sure wish I would learn from my mistakes. My commute into work is very long and sometimes I find myself cutting in and out of traffic and winding here and there on back roads in hopes of getting to work on time. More than once I have committed shady acts of lane positioning while looking in my rear view mirror to make sure the coast is clear. You would think that the LAST ticket I got for crossing over the solid white line (from an on ramp entering the 95 or 15) would make me NEVER cross that line again, as I told myself the day I pulled away from the police officer with a ticket in hand months ago. (Note: That specific time I SWEAR I didn't really cross over the white line too early). But this morning... I most certainly did. I am not one to feel like the universe owes me something because of my suffering, but when it comes to all of the nasty construction making it impossible for me to float in a timely NON-TENSE way to work in the morning around here... the universe owes me something!!! They owe me the right to cross that white line when traffic is so backed up on the 95 that no one is moving and the grass truly is greener on the other side of... the line. This morning I crossed over without looking behind me. BIG mistake.
Two cars behind me was a highway patrolman. As soon as I crossed over the line, which would eventually take me to the off-ramp, I saw him pull out. Of course my heart started racing!!! I love how they love to intimidate you by pulling up close to your bumper. We had a long stretch of road with just the two of us exiting and I just knew I was toast! I then began processing my options for where to pull off to the side of the road once the lights were switched on. I was also processing my "I am sorry but I will be late to work because" phone call into work. It was at that point that he chose to head down the Northbound exit and I went Southbound. I exhaled deeply many times and stopped praying. Why, oh why, can't I learn? I need to wake up earlier and I need to be more patient out there on the open road. Someday, maybe when I drive a minivan full of kids, this will happen. Until then...
