Where are your pants Joe?

Another Spanish Fork Hot springs adventure occured about 2 nights ago. My 2 roommates, and our 3 boyfriends attended. We had a splendid time.When we got out, I didn't want to put my shorts on because I am not a fan of hiking with a soggy bottom. So i threw on my hoodie, tube socks, and shoes over my swim suit. We came home and pulled in the parking lot. It was around 1 30. I needed to take Danny home. I had my keys in my car, and was feeling too lazy to walk up the 3 flights of stairs in order to go get my purse containing my wallet, driver license, and various other assundry items. We jumped in my car and I successfully took him home. He had warned me previously that day that cops chilled around his new apartment complex as a doughnut shop, so on the way home I was especially careful to obey all traffic laws.
I spotted a police car parked a little ways in front of me. I was driving the speed limit (15 mph) and I made sure to stop for a ridiculous amount of time at the stop sign a head. Before I knew it, lights were flashing in my rearview mirror.

And I thought what any normal person would think when they are getting pulled over.

Freak. I am not wearing any pants.

And of coarse it was a girl cop who was out with something to prove.
"Can I see your license and registration please?"
"... you sure could, if I had it. Giggle."
"Do you think this is funny?"
"Kind of."
"I am going to need your name, social security number, birth date, and the state your license is from."

She waddled back to her car with my information while I continued to frantically search for my registration. Couldn't find it.
More flashing lights. Another cop car pulled up behind her. What the heck did they find when they ran my name through? Am I going to jail? They chilled back there for seriously 45 minutes. That is no exaggeration. I was getting a little cranky. I had just been on a hike, I smelled like sweat and sulfur, I was hungry, tired, and had to work a 10 hour shift in like 3.5 hours.
Finally the two cops came back up to my window.
"Did you find your registration?"
"Negative."
"Can you step out of your vehicle please?"

All the sudden I was very aware of the fact that I was not wearing pants. I looked down. I closed my eyes. I opened them back up. Blast. Not a dream.

I opened the drivers side door of my car. I stepped out.

Both cops laughed.

"You had time to put on tube socks but not pants?"

I told them of our adventure to the hot springs. Then, while I had them laughing at my expense, I thought it would be a good time to ask why the freak I got pulled over.

Apparently one of my head lights is out.

I don't know if they were planning on making me walk the line, or what the deal was with making me get out of the car, but they basically slapped me on the wrist and told me to not drive without a license and to get my headlight fixed, and then I was on my merry little way.

My message to you is that if you want to get out of a ticket, don't wear pants.