Friday surely was a very exciting day on two counts. One, I met up my a very old chat friend Danny after having only known him for 6 years and a bit. Wow! and two - I got pulled over and…. The internet is a living breathing space and here is proof again - it can and does transform lives, bring people closer, build bridges and can also help widen friend circle only if one is open enough. So there I was dashing off to Ultimo from St Leonards in peak traffic and then onto Hornsby and then onto dinner and then all the way over the Harbour Bridge to Bondi. Driving down Oxford street, Darlinghurst in the middle of the night on a Friday night dare I say… is not the best experience in the world and just as it should happen Danny and I were having a rather engaging conversation about the population of India and %$#^% I ran a red light!! $#%#@$^ My ephemeral elation of having gone unnoticed came to a precipituous end in the next ten seconds maybe twenty — we got pulled over by the cops. Our very interesting conversation had abruptly disengaged. The music inside the car seemed almost inaudible. My heart was pumping harder than I knew, was tad nervous and I said to Danny well there goes my budgeting for the weekend not that I really do that a lot 
There is always retail therapy to be done you know
I queued in for my well deserved ticket - my first ever to be. On approaching the officer.. I slid my window down and rolled the car a bit further. He was a neatly dressed policeman. After exchanging pleasantries he asked if I had had consumed alcohol earlier in the night. The answer was simple. No, I hadn’t. Then came the counting test. While most meters beep off by the time you get upto 10 this particular one didnt seem to like me. I was running out of breath couting upwards and I heard the beep go off finally at 15. Phew! Spent! From the corner of my eye I did notice the rather handsome cop was staring at me quite literally while I kept counting. But hey we don’t question that do we. Now that the counting test was over, he looked at me winked! Yes, winked and then smiled. Still staring he bent forward just a bit and said hey ur sweet! Another big smile from him and he said: Enjoy your night, your sweet!
I know there are many connotation to ‘your sweet’ as in you can go, your right! but I don’t think that was what it mean in this content Maybe, just maybe I should hire the same car and go down the same road around the same time coming Friday and run the same red light! LOL.
Well well. You have an angel on your shoulder. Or could it be somewhere else?? LOL
Oh I don’t know but yeah seems to be the way…LOL don’t get me started on angels and cherubs though… they are mostly unfit and pudgy and the very thought of all this ‘holiness’ may start me hissing like a serpent
That’s lovely! How many people can say they’ve been pulled over for running a red light and then let off by a handsome boy in blue who thinks they’re sweet??
You’re one a million Amit, and yes - sweet too
Ummm, well, that’s the last time I leave you alone for a weekend………..
Awww Ben, aren’t you just the best. Look, don’t stop. You’re good for me. Keep ‘em coming :D. It keeps my parkinsons under control.
Maxine, I know!! We’ll have to exchange notes soon your get back from your Nepal trip, you’d be photographing the sherpas on the male yaks (oh they smell) while I run the red lights here? Fair deal? A little fun on the side is okie no?
Oh yes, a little fun on the side is *mandatory*
Well that would certainly have broken the ice in more ways than one! Now you’re a true “blue” midnight cowboy!
Maxine, long as we got the hots for each other I wouldn’t be bothered too much about a little fancy run on the side… then again I’ve no idea what you got up to in Melbourne. We need to talk NOW if not sooner!
Ruth, for sure.
I was worried about getting a ticket I suppose but next time around I shall live up to the true blue midnight cowboy expectation - with me tizzy hat, faded jeans, cowboy boots and taco breath!
The only thing I did in melbourne that you don’t already know about was to purchase a cowboy hat. So there……..
Hmmm. Leather? grunged with raucous stripes? metal spikes? The mind boggles! Oh… Loaded comes to mind.
Bloody Amit. Only you could get away with a red light and a wink. If it had been me it would have been paddy wagons and a beating with night sticks.
Okie without going into too much details are are talking about spanking here? Oh… I know someone who in the given scenario would have said: “More, more please.” LOL
I think he was hoping for a beating with his night stick… LOL
And I really need to point out that he ran a red with me in the car the following night! I did notice Amit looking about for police cars around the same time… in fact we actually passed on on the road and he SPED UP!
This is so not fair. I think you are all ganging up against me!! Poor me me me! Look at me poor me! Night stick. hmmmm well. The cop had 2 glowing ones. Think I’ll save my response to that or might have a few readers pass out.
Sssssh! You were not supposed to say that Lisa, that was our little secret. Now am in double trouble and with Max! After having been stood up and what not in a cold and windy Gordon night!