I’m going to confess something to you have I recently shared with Tuvia. I’m also confessing, of course, to anyone else who might be reading this post 🙂
On Thursday I was back up on the SUNY campus for one of those required meetings for part-time faculty, focusing on sexual pressures in the work place. I thought I had left myself with lots of time for this but given that I have a new car, and I was in the middle of a great hands-free conversation with my good friend Joseph, I started a brisk race for a parking spot as I hit the campus. None of the usual lots had a spot for me: not in the circle outside Old Main or in the back of the building. Not even in the small lot reserved for faculty next to the Terrace.
I am now moving into unfamiliar areas of the campus and racing with lots of competition for a spot. I was almost late. Finally a spot for Visitor’s of the Dorksey Art Museum. YES! Now I needed some help to get me to SUB for the session that I was now late for. Two women, enjoying a smoke and a coffee, pointed me to where I needed to walk. Refreshing my memory, I raced on and arrived in time to sign in a find a seat around the U-shaped table filled with 15 other bodies. A young guy was lecturing with his power point and yes, I was polite for a 5 minutes, maybe 10 and then I grabbed my bag for my fully powered iPad. All good for next 45 minutes. The New York Times gave Bill raves and by the end of the session I left with a new t-shirt, a gift for my time.
I loved the rest of the day back at Old Main with the HVWP leadership team, planning for our year ahead. We worked well together and I left walking casually out of the entrance, along with the latest young batch of new SUNY freshmen. The sunshine, my sandals, I soaked in one of the last days of summer. I knew that I would find my car soon enough and yes, it was right where I left it hours earlier.
My bags are starting to find their places in this new car: in the trunk, on the back seat, next to me. But I as, captain of the “ship” I am not totally comfortable in this new cockpit, I CONFESS!
Ignition on, parking brake released, I move into reverse as an impatient driver salivates for my spot. I am careful, really! But as I leave not all the dials are adjusted. I have my music on my iPod. I have music on my phone. I am driving slowly out of the lot, I exit and where am I?
I opt,as I’m driving, for my iPod music, but I need to click a button to AUX instead of BT POD. I look away for a second, just one second and lights behind me turn on. A SUNY cop announces his presence.
I obey of course but wonder what I did. He comes to me, stern at first. Suspicious. Demanding my registration and license.
“Did you know that you just went through a stop sign? ”
“What? No, I didn’t. I didn’t see it.”
“You didn’t see it? You’re on the faculty here. Don’t tell me you didn’t see it.”
He gets more emotional. I figure this happened when I switched the dials. I’m a bit freaked but I remain cool.
“This is a new car and I’m never on this side of campus.”
He walks back to his car to check me out. He returns quickly.
“Listen, I am not going to give you a ticket. I am on guard for kids speeding and messing up here, not faculty members who have worked here for years.”
“I’m sorry.” I am, really sorry. I have never gone through a stop sign. But there’s nothing I can say to make this young cop feel better about me, so I give up.
I am wondering about myself. Is this the beginning of my decline?
I want to believe it’s not. I am grateful I didn’t get a ticket.
When I confessed to Tuvia he was unmoved and told me to let it go. Hmmm.. should I?