Today was quite a strange day! I realized that friendship is so life affirming. Then I watched people go-kart (i'm too poor, sadly). After which hung out with my sister, and we laughed our butts off, as usual. She's more sarcasm and satire than I am, but we've learned how to make a good pair. I dropped her off at her place before I was to head back to my apartment, and she lives right near a cub.
Because I prefer cub to any other grocery stores and I needed groceries, and well, let's face it 12AM is the best time to do your grocery-shopping (in my opinion), so I did. I also wanted a redbox (my addiction), so I grab "rachel getting married", which I'm intrigued by cause Anne Hathaway was nominated for best actress for it! So I get my groceries and get checked out a TON which is always nice (and a little weird) when you feel disgusting.
I walked back to the car, ego a little puffed; kinda struttin' my stuff, lol...through the nearly empty parking lot. I decide I should get gas before I headed home, and stopped at Super A. I filled up, and I got on the freeway. I was keeping an eye on the car behind me in my mirrors, when I noticed I left the gas-door open. I had tightened the cap, but didn't close the door.
I got right back off the freeway on the exit that's always dead, especially at night. So I looked around at the stoplight and decided to just throw 'er in park and close it, right? Felt like a fool cause I've NEVER done that, I hopped out and closed it. Right as I was running back to my open door I see that a car was coming up the ramp behind me. I just plopped back into my seat and shut my door before I realized it was a cop. I honestly feel like stupid things like this only happen to me (but maybe I'm wrong and c'est la vie). I started freaking out to myself, repeating my mantra of "please, don't pull me over; please, don't pull me over...".
I think being pulled over is quite possibly the most terrifying thing I've ever experienced...nope, it is. I can really say I've never been more scared than any time I thought I was gonna get pulled over or I did. So I just got back on the freeway and the guy hung back a ways. I thought for sure the lights'd go on the second I got on the freeway, and he'd just pull me over on the exit ramp. I successfully got on the freeway, and he got on but behind the car behind me. I thought maybe I was out of the woods, but the cop pulls around and again I thought, I'm toast. He followed me past a couple exits, the whole time I'm stayed under the speed limit (duh) and prayed. Finally, he got off the freeway, *whew!*
I was so freaked out. I kinda do slightly illegal things like that [not exact, but similar] all the time when I'm driving, and I've never been even close to getting caught. I could've crapped a brick. Seriously, putting the car in park at a stoplight and getting out, to close the gas cap?? Only I would do that, then hop back in like it was nothing! This only happens to me; I swear. I don't know that I'll ever be able to do a chinese fire drill again (not the real kind, anyways).
I made it safely to my exit, after lots of deep-breathing that incident off. I got to the exit, came up to the light where a guy was sitting on the side of the bridge, elbows on his knees staring off dreamily. I didn't know what he was staring at so pleasant, yet almost melancholy. I looked over my shoulder, confused and saw the moon. Right as I realized that was what he was looking at, the light turned. As I drove away, I thought marry me! It might have made my day. Haha, seriously, cutest thing I've seen a guy do in a while. It was like he did that every saturday. Maybe he'll be there next week...
It was kind of the perfectly weird ending to a rather weird day.
