Somehow I knew this was going to happen a some point:
I was on my way to my last party, decked out in full Cinderella gear. Wearing my wig, my choker, long white gloves and a big poofy dress that billowed out around my steering wheel like love handles out of too-tight jeans.
I was two turns away from the party when I saw it in my rear view: Bright blue flashing lights.
Cinderella was getting pulled over by the Apex PD.
The cop didn't acknowledge my outfit when she asked for my license and registration. I can't image I looked anything like my picture at that moment and the car is not registered to any kind of princess, but she didn't say anything. She just took my info back to her car and apparently radioed in for back-up.
I was only pulled over for expired tags (they weren't expired! I had just renewed them and was waiting on the sticker!) so I can only assume the SECOND OFFICER showed up because she called him due to the paraphernalia that took up my whole passenger seat (Princess paraphernalia: a box bursting with magic wands and tiaras). All he did was lurk on the other side of my car. Probably debating whether or not he should get my autograph. Or arrest me so that he can say he once put a princess in handcuffs (how kinky!).
In the end, I got off (because they weren't really expired! I swear!) and they gave me directions to my party (which I already had). It was all very funny, but kind of anti-climactic.
I always figured if I got pulled over speeding I would tell the officer I was rushing home before my car turned back into a pumpkin; so I have to admit I was a little disappointed that I hadn't been speeding.
Friday, January 7, 2011
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