"Sir, my wife is in labor." or "I am having a heart attack." I finally got my chance!
I was on the way to the doctor's office with a very sick Keller who had been having trouble breathing most of the afternoon due to a cold/congestion/asthma attack. I guess I was in a bit of a hurry to get there to get the last appt. of the day [It was 4:25PM - last appt. is 4:30PM] when I saw a nice LV Metro police officer in my rearview mirror. As he approached the car, I fell apart. With tears in my eyes, I rolled down the window. Mind you -- I had been home most of the day trying to get Keller's breathing under control and was really worried at this point. I was a wreck. I don't usually cry when I get pulled over because I think it's a lame female 'cop out' [excuse the pun!]. The nice police officer told me I was going a bit fast and asked for my driver's licence. I was fumbling trying to get it out of my wallet and explained to him that I needed to get 'there' - pointing to the doctor's office that was in view - to get my son's asthma under control. He was kind enough to ask if I needed an ambulance. He looked at my licence, registration, insurance and handed them back a second later and said, "Against my better judgement, Miss Marchant, I'm going to let you take care of your son." He then proceeded to stop traffic for me to get back on the road and drive the 100 yards to the doctor's office.
Thank you Mr. Officer.
Keller is much better now. He also thanks Mr. Officer.