
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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