I had just dropped Mon off at the bus station, and I was looking for the nearest U-turn, for me to get home. On the next stoplight, I see a U-turn sign next to a lane that cuts through the island, through to the other side of the road. The car in front of me had his left-signal on, but didn’t go inside that lane; instead it followed the other cars to the intersection. I thought to myself, “He must be stupid if he’s taking a U-turn — there’s a slot right here. He must be taking a left.”

So I entered the slot… and to my surprise, an traffic officer came out of nowhere and signaled for me to halt.

I was terrified. I was panicking on the inside. I just had my birthday last December, and my drivers’ license expired then. I cannot be caught!

My first tactic was logic. I tried to reason that there was nothing to block the way (it was really open; hell, my car got through) nor was there any sign that says that the lane was for stalled cars (as the officer says it was).

However, all my efforts are in vain as he seemed unmoved. He was very courteous, not offending in any way. He asked for my license (so that I can be “identified”). Another officer even came to see what was going on.

At this point, I am out of options. I don’t really want to bribe him (although the thought did come to mind), and giving him my expired license is out of the question.

It is then that I started crying. And later on, bawling. I’m not too sure if it’s an act (of desperation) — but then, I really was desperately helpless!

I never thought I could get away with it. But I did! The first officer stood firm in asking for my license. But my feminine wiles (*ahem*, yes, I apparently have some) got to the second officer, and he let me off. He even helped me make it to the other lane.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to get through doing that again. If there’s anything I learned, it’s that I should just follow lead of the cars in front of me.

Me? Feminine wiles? It’s crazy. I know.