Why, Hello Officer!

Ever notice how, no matter what you are doing, the second you see a cop driving near you, you think you must be guilty. It's as if our minds scream out in a perpetually cheerful voice, "Why, hello Officer, I didn't see you there! Top of the morning to you!" (because apparently I turn dorky and Irish). You turn into the perfect driver, hands at two and ten on the wheel, looking straight ahead, and doing a perfect speed limit. "Observe Officer, I am going 27 mph in the 25 zone. See, I don't want to hold traffic up, but I am a law-abiding citizen. I also figured that going exactly 25 mph might tip you off to look at me more, so I am nonchalantly driving a risky 2 miles over the speed limit." I know that a good chunk of the time, especially in town, I have nothing to worry about. I am a careful driver, and I am likely going pretty close to the recommended speed guidelines (okay, okay laws, but I tend to see them as guidelines, lol!).

 Sometimes though, it's a toss up. "No Officer, I would never look at my phone, apply my lipstick or work on training the perfect Pandora station while driving my vehicle..."  I will say that my driving has gotten a lot better, but perhaps slightly too aggressive thanks to the trade up from a mini-van to my Charger. Barrett swears to me that if I get pulled over, the excuse that I give him: "But my car is most comfortable at 80," will not amuse a police officer. I suppose not. Though, my car does handle best on the freeway at that speed. :) And finally, "No, Officer, I have never gone out on a country road to see how fast my car can go," (because I'm sure it can actually go much faster than the 130 mph I got it to!), "but if I did, I can assure you that I'd be by myself and you'd be nowhere to be seen!"

What are your driving confessions?