Well, actually, I haven’t. I am a model citizen in every possible way. Whiter than white. So much so, in fact, that I drive relatives and friends mad with just how meticulously honest I am. It’s bordering on the obsessive compulsive.
I’ve only ever had a couple of run-ins with the law, once when I was about six and crossed a big road. The police escorted me home. I’m still living with that shame.
Occasionally when I worked in Botanic Ave, if you walk past their often enough, eventually, the police will ask you to take part in a line up. I think I did two, though was asked to do many more.
I slow down when I see police. Even when I’m under the limit (and if I ever go over the limit it’d almost certainly be oversight more than deliberate attempt to flaunt the limits). I’ve NEVER answered my phone while driving (unless I’m stopped in traffic and, very brusquely, I’ll say ‘I’m on the phone I’ll call you back’.
Today though… oh god. The shame…
After a long day, got into Belfast, stopped at the lights, whipped out the iPhone to check if there was any mail. I was stopped. I may even have engaged my handbrake. But I was certainly not moving. One second later, the big cop car that had pulled up right beside me, tapped the window and asked me to pull over.
Fair enough.
Oh bugger. It’s cus I was using the iPhone.
‘Excuse me sir, do you know why I’ve pulled you over’
‘I assume it’s because I was looking at my phone - though the car was stopped at a light, I wasn’t actually moving’.
‘Can i see the device sir’
‘Yeah, here you go’
‘And can you make or receive phone calls’
‘I can, but I was checking if I’d received email - while I was stopped at the lights’
‘Are you aware sir, that any device that can be used for texting while driving is an offense’
‘Yes, I was stopped’
‘Well, sir, that’s splitting hairs - you and I could split hairs all day or we could leave it for a judge to decide’ (I felt that was unnecessarily harsh, myself).
‘Well, fair enough - I thought since the car was stopped, I was simply checking if I’d received anything’
‘Just a minute sir’
(He walks away) (comes back - I don’t think he knows what an iPhone is).
‘Right sir, you’re very lucky, especially with kids in the car - you can go on’
‘Right… uhm… cheers. Don’t worry it won’t happen again’ (And it really won’t… the guilt would be too much to handle)
And that’s it. No charge, on you go - I suspect, though I could be wrong, that the law is CLEAR about texting and driving, but hazy about being stopped at a red light and reading something that has text but isn’t texting - or it could be cus the kids were in the car and Thomas was crying to get home. I really hated, hated that whole experience.