Sunday, November 7, 2010
“Pull over and don’t argue with him,” said my son, as though I might suddenly become:
Hotheaded and righteous.
Far from it, I thought. Here was an opportunity to overwrite my bad example with a good one and so I said, “I’m in the wrong here.” I looked for my registration, adding, “I deserve a ticket and I’m going to apologize.”
I lowered the window.
“Good evening, ma’am,” said the officer who looked only a couple of years older than my passenger.