#TBT. Travel Diary: How Not To Get A Speeding Ticket In America
Today I decided to relieve my friend from her driving duties. (I didn’t like it)
In Lagos, driving is the survival of the fittest and we change lanes like an an angry snake. While driving, My friend pointed out how well behaved I was and laughed at me knowing I had previously had a run in with the police
Sometime ago, just like today, I decided to drive while on vacation. The road was wide and smooth, “why must I keep driving like I’m on a children’s playground?” I asked myself. I got bored of driving at 45 kilo meters per hour So I sped things up, while my friend and I sang along loudly to Tuface’ “Excuse me sister”
As expected, we were stopped by the Police. A young officer walked up to the car and I smiled at him. Hoping I could talk or joke my way out of it. “Step out of the car ma’am” he said.
Ah, in the movies people didn’t get down from the car for speeding now. I looked at my friend, she shrugged. I wasn’t smiling at the officer anymore. I stayed put in the car. “Ma’am are you aware you were driving past the speed limit? Please show me your license and step out of the car” The policeman repeated himself.
As I stepped out of the car, I imagined being sent back to Naija and not being able to travel to the United States ever again. That made me panic so I started crying. Read: Mauritius Travel Diary Day One: My Ovaries Finally Got me In Trouble
The Policeman looked alarmed and said “no no don’t cry, if your license is valid and you pass a breathalyzer you only get a speeding ticket. Miss, you don’t have to cry”
Ah. I don’t want a speeding ticket on my record. This time my panic had reached the highest level, so as I sobbed, almost -just almost- to the point of wailing, I said “ I am from Africa, we don’t have speed limit. I didnt see any speed Limit. I just came here on holiday, I don’t want any trouble”
Smiling like he was addressing a child, the policeman said, “I am sure there are speed limits in Africa ma’am” Now my sobbing had increased to full fledged sob-hiccup “No. google it. we don’t have speed limits. We don’t have speed limits” Sob continues.
Policeman made sure I took a breathalyzer, which I passed. While still sobbing I asked myself “Should I tell him I’m an African princess? No, he may google that.”
The policeman looks at me, tells me to calm down, asks my friend if she can drive and asks her to take the wheel. That was it, no ticket.
I don’t know if it’s because I cried or because I’m from Africa.
I advise you try both.
Travel Diary for My Cabo Trip coming up. I’m excited