After I left the theatre's parking lot (saw Resident Evil--what a POS movie!), I turned right and headed eastbound. I got a call on my cell from my buddy, so I plug in the headset and start yapping. I didn't notice the motorcycle cop next to me till it was too late. Next thing you know he slows down, gets behind and lights me up. As he comes up to the window, I start looking for MY ID (I work for the proabtion dept), hoping for some "professional courtesy," but I didn't have it on me. I try being super nice to the guy, cuz I knew that without my ID I'd be getting popped. He asks for my DL, ins., regestration...blah, blah. At this point, I'm hoping he runs my plates cuz it'll pop up that I work for Probation. But, since he's not in a cruiser he just runs a quick check with dispatch, I think. He comes back, gives me my ticket, thanks me and drives off. Man, I know I shoulda been wearing my seatbelt, but paying for a ticket still sucks. Hmm, guess I'll just make sure I have my ID on my person next time.