I didn't even have time to cry.
So as my bumper dragged through a big dip while turning left in an intersection right by my house, I noticed that the first car behind me was going to be a policeman. We went through a few lights, and then his lights flicked on. I pulled onto a side street, turned off the truck, put the keys on the dash, kept my seatbelt on, etc. - all those things I've learned to do over the years. This time, I left the radio on because it was talk radio and I didn't want to miss out.
It turns out that I have a brake light out, which I actually did not know. I'm not surprised, but I did not know. I told him I would certainly fix it, to which he replied, "Yes, I know. That's why I write fix-it tickets." At that point I knew I would be coming home with my second ticket EVER. The previous ticket had been for window tint when I was in high school.
I did act surprised and shocked (as I indeed was), but somehow forget to flirt and cry.