Stuck in traffic, was looking at my phone’s GPS to figure out what Siri was talking about when she told me to make a right on a street in downtown LA. It was a ONE WAY street! …I really don’t get her sometimes!
While trying to figure out my way to Vibiana to take in some fashion shows, I got the feeling that I was being watched. I firmly believe that intuition is there for a reason and sure enough, there were flashing lights behind me and a police motorcycle telling me to move to the right and stop.
Stopping was not an issue since I was in traffic anyway, but moving to the right was another challenge! I managed to maneuver my car through the maze of vehicles and pulled over. I peered through my tiny car window and was startled to see an impressively large head stuffed in a helmet. That’s not what caught me off guard. It was the fact that not only could the helmet hold that big head, but also that it could contain what looked like Freddie Mercury’s mustache:
“Ma’am, your license and registration please!”
I write about phobias and LA transportation quite often. And even though the traffic here is horrendous, getting a traffic ticket is a 15 on a scale of 1-10 of phobias. It’s not just the fine and inconvenience of a ticket. It’s more the idea that if I get points on my license and worse yet, lose driving privileges in LA, I may as well pack my things and move to another city….
I tried to rationalize with Officer Mercury. “Sir, I understand I did something wrong since you stopped me, but I’m super late for the Fashion show and I will be completely devastated if they close the doors and I can’t get in!”
Freddie wasn’t having any of it. “Ma’am you can not use your phone while driving.” Aha, it wasn’t my fault. I got pulled over because of the phone… because of SIRI!
“I was just using my GPS, no texting or talking! I swear,” I pleaded for mercy.
By the expression on his face I realized that the strength of my argument was not very convincing. Then I looked at the time!
I continued… “I’m honestly late for the fashion show,” I uttered. (And why on Earth do phones have GPS systems if you can’t use them when you are driving? Very puzzling!)
All of a sudden a miracle occurred! … After running his fingers over his Freddie Mercury mustache in a feeble attempt to tame it, the policemen replied…
“Ma’am this is a serious warning…. No Handheld Devices in the car,” he said. I was trying to take him seriously, but all that kept coming to my mind was Bohemian Rhapsody. He went on, “But since you are late for Fashion Week I’m gone let you go this time!”
What? Because of the Fashion Week? The Policemen?
I was quite stunned, but could not have been happier. Not just about getting out of a ticket. But about the fact that apparently there are policemen with Fashion Awareness! How fabulous is that!
Maybe the mustache look is making a come back. Who knows… maybe Officer Mercury is a trail blazer for future men’s fashion! Miracles do happen!