Flashing Lights

It’s been a while since I’ve seen flashing lights behind me.

 

He just wrapped up ticketing another car and had pulled back onto the highway. The car (that pulled out in front of me) rather than pickin’ em up and puttin’ em down, wasn’t even going 40mph. They saw flashing lights, and rather than pick up a little speed they crawled along. I might have used a hand motion I find myself using too often these days. No, not the bird.

 

I pull into the slow lane, because THEY weren’t going to. They were guilty of something to be driving that slow.

 

I pull back over to Life in the Fast Lane, set my cruise, below 60, and pass law enforcement. I smile at whomever is in the truck. I have no idea, male or female, who it is. I’m nice. I’m from Texas.

 

Truck pulls over to Fast Lane. Lights come on. Well dang.

 

Hand Motion people pass me, probably laughing, as I pull over for law enforcement.

 

I’ve paperwork in hand when officer walks up to my window. No one I know, thank goodness.

 

“You passed me doing over 70.”

 

“I did nooootttt. I was going under sixty, I had my cruise set.”

 

He smiles.

 

I ask his name, where you from?

 

I hate to dox anyone, but the story is too good not to share…New York, he tells me. “Aww, I meet a lot of New Yorkers at work. I like how y’all say coiwfee.”

 

He tells me he tries to hide the NY accent, but it always slips.

 

He smiles, asks me where I’m from. I’m very proud to say Texas, of course. And I can speak several languages with a Texas accent, I can’t hide it.

 

How long have you been here? Going on six years. Me too he tells me.

 

In case no one’s told him, I feel compelled to let him know several Texans work where he works. “Yeah, he replies, “they like to tell everyone.”

 

I deep belly laugh, of course they do.

 

(If a man doesn’t tell you he’s from Texas, don’t embarrass him by asking.)

 

“So there’s only one star on the Texas flag?”

 

“Yeah, when you’re a nation all on your own one star is all you need.”

 

We both laugh, out loud.

 

He returns with my paperwork. I ask if there are any outstanding warrants.

 

Nope.

 

Here’s what I’m gonna do…

 

I’m not telling you what he said. It wasn’t bad, that’s all I’m saying.

 

Poor thing. He didn’t realize he was pulling mama over. But hey, I love men, I love to flirt, and I live alone, so this was a real treat for me.

 

Doesn’t take much to make me smile. And he was fun.

 

Smile.

 

Everyone needs to see a smile these days.

 

My smile always gets me in trouble.

 

No ticket, for obvious reasons. I wasn’t speeding.

 

But still, no ticket.

 

Buenos Dios vaquero.