Last Thursday morning I was driving my mom to Chester, IL, for a second look at the assisted living facility she'll be moving into in May. It's just under a 2-hour drive. About half-way there, the car in front of me was weaving from one side of the road to the other. Then he'd be okay for a few miles. Then he'd cross the center line and jerk back to our lane. It's a two-lane road, so crossing the line can be a head-on collision. I watched him repeat this for about 15 minutes and decided I needed to do something about it. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the 20 hours of cop shows we watch every week.
I called 911 from my cell phone and told the operator what was going on. She connected me with the Monroe County sheriff's office. I repeated my observation and gave them his license plate number. I had pulled up close enough to get it, then backed off about a fourth of a mile. She asked my location. We were just coming into Red Bud. At the stop sign in town, I told her that he turned right and was going south on Rt. 3, the same way I was going, and that it was a white PT cruiser with no side windows - like a panel van. She asked my name and phone number, which I gave her, and asked if I could stay on the line, and I said yes. No further conversation for about 10 minutes. Then, I saw a police car in my rear-view mirror. When he got behind me, he turned on his lights. I pulled over, he went around me and up behind the weaver, who pulled over, too. The cop got him. I was so relieved and very curious about why he was all over the road. It WAS a guy, and he did look kind of weird.
In my fantasy, he was drunk as a skunk and I saved a family from being hit head on and killed. Or he was a drug runner from Mexico with 200 pounds of cocaine lining his car doors. And no, I don't think I watch too much TV. I'd like to call the sheriff's office tomorrow and find out what really happened. He was probably falling asleep, which would be a logical explanation for the erratic behavior. But, I like my fantasy better.
Later, I wondered if by me staying on the phone with the dispatcher, the police were tracking ME through my cell phone to get the idiot's location. They never asked where I was exactly after the first time. I don't know how technically advanced the county police are in southern Illinois, but I'm very thankful they responded and pulled him over. I hope they did more than just give him a ticket, too. Four hours later when we were going back home, there was no white car where he was pulled over.
Elsa, my pregnant cat, is still pregnant with eight kittens. When I got her a week and a half ago, I didn't think there was a chance in the world that she'd still be pregnant by the third Tuesday of the month for my quilt guild meeting. Well, my meeting is in two days. I think she'll be another week and I'll make the meeting. However, I missed two meeting in three months last summer because of cats going into labor. How do they know???