“Shit”.
That’s the best way I could think to start this post.
After all, it’s that exact word that ran through my head the moment the police officer began yelling at me and threatening to arrest me.
However, before skipping over the main parts and getting to the juicy bits— I’ll just start from the beginning.
SO, keep reading for Story time: I Almost Got Arrested + deets on the look featured.
Yesterday, was just NOT my day.
For starters, I worked a 12 hour night shift the night prior and was tired af. Don’t get me wrong though, I love my job but as most people are — I was more than ready to jump back into my bed. It’s all I could think about and was the only thing keeping me going.
As I worked through my last hour on the job, I knew nothing and no one was going to stop me from reuniting with my bed. Although, there was one tiny drawback.
School.
Times and schedules got moved around and what was supposed to be a clinical lab at 1 in the afternoon became the same clinical lab at 9am, go figure.
Talk about a damn buzzkill.
Nevertheless, I got off work, went home to change for clinical, and made my way to school. Keep in mind babes that at this point I was running off a 4 hour nap I took the previous day before work. So, as you can imagine, I was feeling drained, exhausted, wired, and the tiniest bit delusional.
After my clinical lab was over my mood peaked because my bed wasn’t too far from my line of vision. As I sped (sorry mom) through back roads trying to make it to my apartment, my excitement levels continued to rise.
HA. The thing with rising excitement levels is the potential for them to come crashing down, in the event that something stands in the way of fulfilling that desire that’s got you all riled up.
As luck would have it, or maybe my lack of said luck — something did in fact end up standing in my way and this time her name was ROAD WORK & TRAFFIC.
Try as I might to hold on to my excitement levels for as long as I could, after 15 minutes they came crashing down with haste.
I was pissed.
You guys, it was now noon and I still hadn’t been to sleep or even gotten the tiniest bit of shuteye. SO it was no surprise that after 35 additional minutes in stand still traffic, I attempted to take the easy route. I followed behind a car who created a lane for herself in an attempt to make a u-turn and take an alternate route home.
Big mistake.
As the first car got through with the allowance of the police officer on the other side up under the freeway, I didn’t get quite as lucky.
The police officer (macho female) directly in front of me went OFF. She began yelling at me for going outside of the cones, getting in the way of construction (which wasn’t even really the case), and disobeying the road work signs. Yelling things such as,
“GET BACK IN MY CONES”
“WHO TOLD YOU TO GET OUTSIDE OF MY LINES”
“GET BACK, GET BACK, GET BACK”
“I WILL ARREST YOU FOR BLATANTLY DISOBEYING”
“YOU WILL BE ARRESTED IF YOU DON’T GET BACK INSIDE MY CONES”
I was so pissed, tired, and in shock at her words — I immediately began trying to get back into the cones and within the lane. Problem is once you get out of the lane no one is willing to let your fast ass back in the lane. Plus, there was a huge construction machine now in front of me, as I attempted to make my way back AND a parked police trooper directly behind me.
As I sat sandwiched between a rock and a hard place, literally — I began discreetly looking up on my phone if really in fact I could be arrested for not following “road work signs”. I’d like to blame it on my lack of sleep, but the way she was looking at me with such hatred I honestly believed she would arrest me.
After 10 minutes of getting harrassed by the police officer and being threatened with impending arrest, I sat and just cried. I was so damn tired and frustrated, oh and angry, the only thing I could do in that moment was cry. I guess, I just couldn’t believe all this shit was happening to me. One hour and some change of standstill traffic later however, and we finally began moving again. With the help of a nice but slightly obnoxious man yelling,
“AYE MA, GET IN FRONT OF ME”
I was able to make my way back in the lane, to my apartment, and in the comfort of my bed.
I’m almost positive you can guess what I did next.
Moral of the story: PATIENCE IS KEY.
As for outfit details, I’m wearing a black high side slit dress and strappy heels.
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