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The Fresh Princess of Old Greenwich

Remember how I started this year a little worried about getting stopped to or from the New Year’s Day Pajama Party Jazzercise class I helped teach?

I had worn my PJs (and a sports bra!) to class, used my fuzzy robe in place of a coat and was halfway across Stamford, CT, when it occurred to me that this might not go so well if I should get in an accident or otherwise find myself face to face with a police officer.

Fortunately, that experience took place without incident — unless you count Catherine’s deep humiliation  knowing that her mother was driving around lower Fairfield County in her pajamas.

Today, this happened:

My dear friend Pina marked my birthday with the gift of a tiara this morning at the Jazzercise Center of Southwestern Connecticut. Of course I clamped it on my head immediately, sweaty scalp be damned. And then I got talking with some customers for a bit. Twenty minutes later, I finally got in the car to head home, where I need to be a quick-change artist to get to an appointment at the Apple store’s Genius Bar.

Anyway, nearly home I noticed a police officer ahead of me. He was having his typical chilling effect on the traffic flow, but appeared to be making a left while I went straight and headed up the hill a block away from Stamford Hospital.

I was a little surprised upon looking in the rear-view mirror, though, to see he didn’t make that left, but instead followed me.

This had its own chilling effect … on my extremities.

Why was he following me?

I did a mental rundown:

25 mph and in a 25 mph zone. Check.

Not talking on the phone. Check.

Both hands on wheel. Check.

Doors all closed. Check. 

Why on earth is this cop following me?

I stopped at the stop sign, making extra-special sure it was a full stop, hit the gas and … flashing lights behind me.

Now, I’m not a fantastic driver, but I’ve never been stopped before. You can imagine my panic. I’m sure you could hear my heart pounding from wherever you are reading this.

I put the car in gear, opened the window, switched the car off, reached for my license and had a brief bit of even bigger panic while I tried to remember where Basil keeps the registration and insurance card (I was driving his car).

Just as the officer reached the driver’s-side door, I remembered the tiara, reached up and flung it across the front seat while I tried in vain to appear calm and collected.

I’m convinced he saw it, though, and that’s why I got off with a verbal warning for the rear taillight that isn’t working.

Back at home, and rocking the tiara!

Back at home, and rocking the tiara!

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About Terri S. Vanech

Wife, mother, communications specialist, Jazzercise instructor and recently reunited adoptee. I'm living out loud -- and trying to make it all work -- in midlife. Having a sense of humor sure helps.

Discussion

2 thoughts on “The Fresh Princess of Old Greenwich

  1. I love the tiara, very cute 🙂 Glad that you didn’t get a ticket!

    Posted by Frugal Foodie in WV | February 16, 2013, 9:44 pm
  2. Oh, my! I think this solves the problem of at least your accessories for Monday’s lunch! I love the tiara!! And believe me, from the stories my father told about stopping to help, or ticket, women taking their husbands to the station, a tiara is not the weirdest thing the cop has seen. Nor would pajamas be!!

    Posted by Karen Waggoner | February 16, 2013, 2:21 pm

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