I noticed that the officer had pulled up next to us trying to see into the car before he pulled over behind us and turned on his lights and was wondering what his problem was. I mean he was moving his head around like a pecking chicken. When he turned his lights on behind us I thought maybe he thought hubby might be drinking because hubby was driving rather slowly.
The reason for the slow speed was because he was about to turn into a place to get gas and the area we were in if you’re in the outside lane on the street we were on you better being going a little slow. People are nuts through there.
We turned in where we had intended and the officer pulled in behind us. I had unfastened my seatbelt but realized that could cause issues so stuck it right back into the lock because I didn’t want that to be an issue. Buddy of course had unhooked his since he had to reach into his back pocket to get his wallet.
“Sir I pulled you over because you weren’t wearing a seatbelt.” The officer said as he very cautiously approached Buddy’s window. He was extremely cautious. Hum. Buddy and I both must look really dangerous.
“Yes sir, I was.” Buddy responded and at this point I joined in to reassure the officer that hubby did indeed have his seatbelt on.
“Well it must have been hiding.” The officer was at least smiling at this point.
“Officer I might pull some things when she isn’t in the car but when my wife is with me she doesn’t let me get away with anything especially my seatbelt.” Hubby informed the young man. I went through the windshield of a car when I was seventeen so, yeah I’m funny about seatbelts.
The young officer was actually rather sweet, the little darling, and took our word for it and let us go but it did leave both of us rather puzzled how he couldn’t have seen that gray seatbelt against his bright red shirt. It really bewildered us. Then it hit me. It wasn’t hubby that he thought wasn’t wearing the seat belt. It was me.
When the officer pulled up by us on the street he was trying to look around hubby and while approaching the window again it was me the officer was focusing on. My blouse was the exact same color as the damn seatbelt. I’m also on the rather short side. If I had finished taken off that seatbelt it would have been me getting a ticket and I don’t think the poor officer would have been so easy to convince in that situation.
For those of you who think that the driver gets the ticket, you’re wrong at least for the state of Tennessee. My daughter got pulled over a short time back because her darling sweetie was not wearing his. She told the officer that she had done everything she could to make her feller wear the damn thing but he simply refused. The officer wrote the ticket for Jud. Gina didn’t even get a frown.
So people no matter what, when you get pulled over, DON’T REMOVE YOUR SEATBELT. It may be exactly why you’re getting pulled over in the first place.