I have joked that I have the worst luck ever. I believe that it is people like me who the term Murphy’s Law was invented. Usually, if anything can go wrong in my life, it will. I am the person that falls asleep twice with food in the oven; the person who drops their deodorant in the toilet, which later costs me $75; the only one in a group of seven who forgets their passport and then still can’t get on the plane with a birth certificate because my last name doesn’t match my Social Security card; the person whose rent check clears a day early the one time my work doesn’t give me my paycheck in time; the girl who runs out of gas which burns her fuel injection system and later costs $600, among other really unlucky events.

My luck changed, however, last week when I outran the cops (!that’s right—OUTRAN the cops!) to escape a potential crippling, holiday-time ticket. Booyah! See ya!

Last Thursday, I was on my way home from work and wanted to stop at the tanning salon on top of Queen Anne hill. The light to turn left onto Queen Anne Avenue was green, so I sped up really quick to get through the light in time. Unfortunately, there was a car in front of me that didn’t feel the need to be in any hurry. The light turned yellow as they were going through, and I continued to speed through the light—on their tail—as it turned from yellow to red. As I turned to go up the hill, it caused the line of cars coming down the hill to wait a short bit for me to clear the intersection. I noticed that the car closest to me, waiting in the other direction for the green light, was a cop. Damn!

As I went up the hill, I looked back and saw that he had pulled through the light, turned on his lights and was doing a three-point turn around to come up the hill after me. (Presumably to ruin my already fragile Christmas shopping budget.) Oh no, Mr. Grinch Cop. You’re not ruining Christmas for me!

Dah who dor-aze… I made a quick turn onto the next street running perpendicular to Queen Anne Avenue, looked in my review to see that he was still trying to attempt what was now a five-point turn around, pressed my foot to the accelerator down the side street, took my next left then my next right, pulled over, wrenched up my parking brake, turned off my lights and literally jumped out of my car and started walking down the street. See if you can catch me now! I was slightly nervous that I’d get caught, attempting to out run a cop, (isn’t that Obstructing the Law or something?!) However, I figured that if I was walking on the street, there was no way the Grinch Cop could prove that I was the same girl in the red bug that ran the red light, or that I even drove a red bug. Cause really officer, I’m just enjoying the evening…

He never drove past or found me. So, I waited for 10 minutes before getting back into my car and then drove back roads to the tanning salon.

Looks like my luck might be changing this year…

Sucker.

Currently Feeling: Wishy washy.
Currently Anticipating: Watching ANTM and drinking wine tonight with Jill and Alison.
Currently Hating: Nighttime cough syrup. Makes me feel groggy for the entire next day.