Phew

I cut off a motorcycle cop in the airport parking lot today and got pulled over. I have never been pulled over before, so the siren in the rearview mirror freaked me out. But once he approached me, I tried to turn on the charm as I have always seen in the movies. Oh, he = Mexican copper probably in early 30s...

Cop: “You cut me off. You made that left turn at like 15 miles per hour.”
Me: “Sir. No, it was like 5.”
Cop: “10. And you did not even stop. Didn’t you learn how to turn in traffic school?”
Me: “You were a black motorcycle in a dark parking lot.”
Cop: “That’s why you should be more careful. License please.”
Me: “C’mon. I’ll be careful.”
Cop: “You almost hit me!”
Me: “But I didn’t.” (BIG GRIN)
Cop: “Okay, fine. I won’t give you a ticket this time, but be more cautious.”
Me: “Okay. I guess I should have seen your very shiny white helmet.”
Cop: “Be careful.”
Me: “Thanks! Bye!”

Now that I think about it, I think I was so relieved that I sped down the ramp. Oops.

Only other notable thing was my weird inspiration to get a funky haircut. This is what it looks like: