Okay, I’m coming clean. I have a bad habit of texting while driving. I don’t do it all the time, because it’s a little difficult to keep your car going in a straight line when you are fumbling with your iPhone trying to hit the right letter.

I was hanging out with some of my girlfriends last night, and the subject of my other bad habit, speeding, came up. And I was chastised to hell and back about my speeding habits. Scolded and reminded that I’m somebody’s mother and should be thinking of them, especially my daughter who is still at home with me.

On my way home, I heard this awesome remake of Blondie’s Call Me and wanted to tell pseudo-hubby so I wouldn’t forget it. You have no idea how much I forget these days. Like forgetting that I could, oh, I don’t know, tag the damn song with my iPhone. The blonde is strong with me these days.

So, having completely forgotten that I have this neato ability on my phone, I decide to send a text message. But the conversation from earlier is still ringing in my ears, and I know there’s no way I’ll remember the band name by the time I get home. So what do I do? I pull over, of course!

That’s right. I pulled over to send a text message. I was so proud of myself. As I’m patting myself on the back for being a responsible driver, the worst thing anyone ever wants to see after a couple of beers appears in my rearview mirror.

*sigh*

There was a brief “oh dear gawd not now” moment as I collected myself and tried to figure out why the nice police officer decided to come up behind me. Because, dammit, I’m texting over here! And more than a few moments of holding my breath while I waited for him to come to the car. As an aside, do they do that on purpose? Make you wait that long to establish power? Gah.

As he walks up, I do happen to note that he’s rather cute. Hey, what? So I do a quick inspection in the mirror and ascertain that I look absolutely smashing.

He gets to the car, leans over, and asks me if everything is okay.

“Oh. Yeah, everything is fine, I just needed to send a text message so I pulled over.”

“Are you sure everything is okay?”

“Yes, I just needed to send a text.”

“And you pulled over? Wow.”

“Yeah. I’m a good citizen like that.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“No, thank you. Is there anything else?”

“No ma’am. Have a good night.”

*sigh*

There’s the kiss of death right there, “ma’am”. So, in answer to the questions posed to me so far today: I don’t know what his first initial was, and no, I didn’t get his number.

But hey, I didn’t text while driving either!

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