Road Rage

OK, so I think this post is going to solidify in your mind that I either A. Have road rage (because of what happened here) or B. Am completely justified...

It was one of those sleepless nights last night, and on my way to work this morning, I was just minding my own business, driving up the same highway I drive every morning. There was a minivan in the left hand lane cruising at under 60mph, which forgive me if I'm wrong but I thought that was illegal. I was getting frustrated and in that frustration I threw my hands off the steering wheel, not sure what I was hoping what would happen, but didn't imagine what happened next.

All of the sudden I see the blue and red lights flashing behind me, my heart started racing. I have never gotten a ticket - knock on wood - in my whole life. I pulled over into the gas station at the end of the freeway and followed the usual instructions.

Cop: What are you in such a hurry for this morning ma'am?

Me: Um, just going to work?

Cop: License and registration?

I don't know about you, but that moment when the cop takes your papers back to his car, or bike in this matter, it feels like it takes forever... (Sandlot style)

Cop: Alright, well it looks like you were having a bit of road rage this morning.

Me: (Staring blankly, racking my mind, what did I do?)

Cop: I saw you throw your hands in the air.

Right then, no matter how bad it was, all I wanted to say was,

"I throw my hands up in the air sometimes."

However, I refrained, I didn't feel like back talking back to a police officer this morning... He let me go with a warning and told me to just take it easy.

What would you have done? Ever feel like being cheeky?

I really felt like saying,

"You must be bored."

or

"You must need to hit your quota for the weekend."

or

"I'm just an innocent girl trying to get to work!"

Either way, thanks motocop for letting me go with a warning. Although, there are no promises I won't throw my hands up in the air if song comes on the radio...