“That One Chick” #11
The very day I got my first driver’s license I took the car out for a solo drive. The first place I went was to Snelgrove’s Ice Cream Parlor–I believe I ordered Bubble Gum flavor. On the way home a bunch of guys in a truck started harassing me–you know, driving up really close and hollering and cat-calling–that sort of thing. Here I was for the first time alone and they were scaring me half to death, driving all crazy and honking at me. I didn’t know what to do–no cell phones in those days to call for help with. I approached the intersection with these dopey guys right up behind me just as the light turned yellow. I slowed to a stop and then just as the light switched to red I gunned the engine and ran it–leaving the bad guys behind. It was such a relief to be rid of these clowns and I felt rather triumphant…that is until the flashing lights appeared in my rear view mirror.
It was all I could do not to burst into tears as I explained my plight to the police officer. But no matter what I said, he just saw me as a silly, emotional teenager. That is, until the same guys drove by in their huge truck hanging out the windows screeching with laughter because I was getting a ticket. Then he believed me—
but he still gave me a ticket.
The next week, I told the judge the whole experience and he didn’t make me pay the ticket.
It took me a while to enjoy driving again.
But you’ll be pleased to know that I’m over it now…