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{September 29, 2008}   Of Concern

Things that are freaking me out:

Things that make me go “hmmmm”:

Things that make me grin:



{August 24, 2008}   How *not* to get a ticket

Don’t speed.

Just kidding.

Trooper B.E. Hipp must be out and about, as I’m getting a lot of hits on the post I wrote about him. Even if it’s not him, I can’t remember the last time that I rode down Hwy. 73 in Lincolnton without seeing a cop. And this road is not easy to navigate, because it changes speed limits about 20 times (feels like it) between Lincolnton and Denver. So if you get pulled over, let me give you some advice that hedges your bets against getting a ticket.

1. Be Nice: Remember your grandmother telling you you’ll catch more flies with honey than vinegar? Cops are people too (even B.E. Hipp…I think) and will respond better to a nice person than a jerk. Go a step further and stop your car, turn on your interior lights and place your hands on the steering wheel. DO NOT GET OUT OF YOUR CAR!! Cops come up on all sorts, so take the question of whether you are a dangerous thug out of the equation.

2. Be Respectful: Address the officer as “Sir” or if the officer is a woman, simply say “officer” to avoid any awkwardness.

3. Be Quiet: The cops have heard every excuse in the book. But don’t admit guilt, just play dumb. Also, save the drama for your mama. Excessive emotion just makes people, including cops, nervous.



{April 12, 2008}   Are you a Rotten Neighbor?

rotten neighbor

If you’d like to find out, there is now a website for you:  RottenNeighbor.com.  This website allows you to find and post information, both good and bad, about your neighbors.  Now, my duty is not to judge, but this could really get ugly.  I’ve browsed for posts about my own neighbors, and found posts around the country about homewreckers, drug dealers and even hot neighbors.  Alas, there were no posts about my own neighbors, but check back soon :)

Seriously, they started the website as a way to “help others find their dream neighborhood”, but we all know smut sells.  Go here for the dirt.

 



{January 8, 2008}   Be Hip!

State Trooper

OK, get ready as this is a self-serving blog post. 

This morning while taking my child to school I got pulled over by the apparently famous State Trooper B.E. Hipp.  I was stopped at the red light on Hwy. 150 at King Wilkinson Road.  I turned right to head toward Pumpkin Center Elementary School (in front of 2 police cars, mind you) and all of the sudden blue lights were flashing and I found myself pulled over.  Did I make an incomplete stop?  No.  Did I hit someone?  No.  Are right turns on red illegal right there?  No.  It seems I happened to drive on the shoulder.  I hit the shoulder with my tire.  Are you hearing me?  I hit the shoulder with my tire when I turned.  Is it me, or is that just a little anal?

This isn’t the first time I’ve had a dealing with Trooper B.E. Hipp.  My daughter was born 3 months premature and my husband and I worked all day, visited the hospital after work, and tried to keep home straight for our kindergartener.  Finally, we got the baby home from the hospital, hired a babysitter and went to dinner and a movie together as a couple for the first time in ages.  On the way home at midnight, state trooper B.E. Hipp fell in behind us and followed us for miles before finally pulling us over.  This was on the stretch of Hwy. 73 the second it turns from 55 to 45.  We weren’t happy, but what could we do?  It was picky, but the fact was, my husband didn’t reduce his speed quickly enough.  We paid the ticket.

Ever after, as a teller, customers would come in needing money orders for tickets from B.E. Hipp.  This man is a prolific ticket writer!!  But I would implore him to live up to his name and chill out a bit.

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