Lola's Diary: Episode One: State Trooper

Lola’s Diary

Just my luck! This is the second time in a week that I get stuck in traffic. I’m in a bumper to bumper grind as I cross the 14th Street Bridge from D.C into Virginia. I see Crystal City to the left, the Pentagon to the right and smile as I think of Tunji at the “Chic Club” last night. Tunji is a great dancer and just an all round great guy.
“Why can’t he just spend more time with me?” I ponder in frustration.

I remember doing a slow dance with him on the dance floor when he kissed me. My heart raced.

I was awakened by the honk of the car behind me. I look up in the rear view mirror and make out the shadowy figure of a middle aged woman urging me on.

“Phew! I was lost in thought for a moment. I can’t believe Tunji’s effect on me,” I muse.

Well reader, a little about Tunji.

He came to D.C. two years ago after graduating from the University of North London with a honors degree in Geography. Right now, he’s getting his feet wet working two jobs.

I look at the clock on the dashboard.

“F*uck!” I scream.

“How time flies,”

I place a call to my daughter’s childcare provider letting her know that I’m running late.

“That will be a late fee of $25.00” she says triumphantly with glee. I could see the smirk on her munched up ugly face.

“Let’s talk about it when I get there,” I say and hang up.

I refuse to be drawn into any shenanigans with this witch.

I drift back to Tunji to comfort my work day. For some reason, thinking of him soothes me. Really! He rearranges my emotions in a very good way.

He’s single, cute, never been married and I could go on... but afraid of commitment.

"What is wrong with men! They're all the same. They just want a good time,"

Here I am nudging 29 with no care in the world, but for Deola my cute 7 year old. And for her Dad, that’s another story.

Anyway, we’re inching towards Alexandria... and I really mean inching in the slowest possible way, (I dont know whether to say crawling) when I notice red and blue lights in my rear view mirror.

“Oh F*uck!” I exclaim in anxiety.

"He can't be after me," I say consoling myself.

My heart starts to race as I change lanes to the right.

The 65 year old retired umm... teacher of some sort is to my right. She looks confused as to what my intentions are but I squeez in. The police cruiser will not budge, he is at my tail like a flea and he follows me through traffic.

"This SOB is after me for real!" I exclaim.

So the good citizen that I am, I activate my right hand signal and pull to the shoulder. I sit in the car waiting and watch him take his jolly time like some predator that just made a large catch. I guess he is running my tags.

It’s a young fit looking African American Virginia State Trooper.

"For some reason it is comforting," I surmise.

He motions me to lower my window.

“Driver’s license and registration ma’am,” he bellows sternly.

“Is there a problem?” I ask surprised at my self confidence.

He looks at me and I sense a twinkle in his eye. I pull my hair back and look back at him flirtatiously.

“Your tags… they’re expired,” he says ignoring my alluring overtures.

“Oh my god,” I mutter.

I should have taken care of that but I kept putting it off.

“Oh I’m sorry officer,” I say softly.

“Driver’s license and registration," he repeats.

He nods gently and I hand him the documents. He walks off toward his cruiser and stays for what seem like an eternity. Then he comes back and hand me my license, registration and believe it or not… a ticket!

A frigging in the rigging god forsaken unhealthy ticket.

“F*ck him, what nerve,” I curse.

“That’s just what I needed,” I remark mockingly.

Come back next week and we'll talk about my next Episode: "Are you kidding me?" Just for the ladies.

To be continued… Catch Episode Two: "Are You Kidding Me?"On Tuesday December 21st 2010

Merry Christmas Signed Lola