I got pulled over for the first time last Saturday. I was speeding (apparently) down a residential street and spotted the police cruiser approaching in my rear-view mirror. I wasn’t really aware of how fast I was going, nor did I feel like I was going too fast, but as I signaled to turn into a parking lot he turned on his lights and siren. I parked, lowered my windows, turned off the engine and put my keys on my dash. I can’t remember where I read that, I just remember that it shows the officer that you’re not gonna be going anywhere and he won’t be alarmed.
“Do you know what the speed limit is?” “I have no idea.” “35. Do you know how fast you were going?” “I don’t know, I’m guessing probably 40 or 45?” “Closer to 50. That’s a residential street.”
I sorta hemmed and hawed after that, but the cop was really nice about it and let me go with just that warning. A little jarring, and now I’m wondering if the honesty was what let me go or if he hadn’t intended to give me a ticket to begin with.
To make that Saturday even more interesting, I went to the afterparty for the Newport Beach Film Festival and saw Bai Ling. And for those of you who are wondering, no, I didn’t see her nipple.