That’s how I felt the night of my DWI arrest. The lovely ladies that were in lock-up with me that night couldn’t believe that I, the Preacher’s Daughter, was there after 36 years of never having any kind of involvement with the law. (Unless you count the time that I had sex with a NYC detective, but that’s another story.) Anyway, for that matter, I couldn’t believe it either.
Today was just lovely. On my way out-of-town I turned to get onto the interstate and quickly noticed three State Troopers parked on the side of the on-ramp. They were letting people go through, except for me of course. I got signaled to pull over to the side.
Now, if I hadn’t of had my troubles with the county sheriff’s department last August and my subsequent DWI arrest I may not have thought twice about being pulled over, but since that was not the case, I was scared shitless.
First of all I still don’t have my actual physical license. The suspension is off, but I haven’t paid the $300 in fines to get the physical license back yet. The lady at the DMV told me it would be ok since I paid to get the suspension off. She was WRONG! Never trust a woman who works at the DMV and who has fairy figurines all over her cubicle.
Secondly, my inspection sticker expired in August, the time of my arrest. Once I got out of the county jail and lost my license my car broke down and I just kind of never got around to it. I was going to go get one today, but didn’t quite make it there.