The Day I was Pulled Over by the Police in Kuwait

In what is the first of its kind, a guy get’s the upper hand and walks away scotch free from a cop! Read on!

Let’s face it, we all do things we are not supposed to do, and the beauty of it is getting away with what you’ve done. Whether it is a cheat-meal on an intensive diet or something more drastic, such as breaking the law.

It all started with a drive, an absent minded drive. To say I was lost would be an understatement, both figuratively and literally (metaphorically too?) as is always the case when one find themselves at a cross-roads (both in real life and mentally in my mind!).


I found myself at a stop light, in an area that bore familiar traits, for it was the exact area where I used to work! Lo and behold, there standing tall was the building that I worked in for almost 4 years ago. Everything else had changed though, the entire geography of the area had changed, as I had changed.

*zen moment*

What happened was that I found myself at the extreme left at a signal with a free right turn. Luckily, I was first in line, so I checked for cars oncoming from the left and proceeded to take a “free right”.

Little did I know that despite my best efforts to ensure there were no cops in my vicinity, I failed miserably.

No sooner did I make the turn and go 10 meters down the road, a patrol car pulled up behind me.

A ticket would have been the icing on the cake of my demise.

I checked my rear view and attempted to look as law abiding as possible, which is very difficult as I have a tendency to turn a scarlet shade of embarrassed when caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

The office fumbled around his car, further plucking at the strings of my anxiety.

Then it happened.

The siren came on, and I was signaled to pull over. Poetically, I was pulled over at another free right turn.

The irony.

He came up to my window, I did not know whether I had to exit the vehicle and place my hands firmly on the hood of the car, spread my legs (don’t) and pray for a miracle.

I put on my most innocent, law abiding face, which came out something like this:

non threatening?

The cop seemed pleasant enough, I took that as a good sign.

He launched into a humorous tirade about how ever since the Arab Spring started “my kind” thought that the laws did not apply to them, and that we were out to break all laws in Kuwait and attempt to topple the government here.

I nodded, and smiled, and said no.

I kept trying to get a word in edge wise and he wouldn’t let me. He kept on going about how the streets have rules, and we have to abide by those rules, and I informed him that I am infact a law abiding citizen, contrary to current predicament, and that I was really, very, extremely, apologetically sorry.

He waved me off, I shook his hand, reading the name on his side pocket. He asked me to pray for him. I most definitely will.

And there you have it.

I do not have neither a pretty face nor spectacular b_____, background ( 😛 ), but I talked my way out of a ticket.

Perfect start to the weekend!


Was this incident a sign from the PTB that make mistakes and you will still find the correct path? Follow your heart’s desire and you shall be rewarded? Let no evil stop you? All mistakes can be corrected?

 I guess we shall find out.

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