Pulled Over

So Sunday night I drove from my house to Hofstra. Aside from being stuck in traffic, I was doing really well up until I got to New York. I misinterpreted the directions and got off at the wrong exit, so I got a little stressed and called my dad and he tried to help me get where I needed to be. Unfortunately, while I was on the phone with him a cop pulled up behind me at a stoplight and consequently pulled me over.  I hung up on my dad and dropped the phone into my lap. Before I could really help it, my eyes teared up and my throat closed. The cop came over and told me that I was pulled over cause I was on the phone. I explained, or rather, tried to explain through my closed throat and shortened breath, that I was lost and I had had to call my dad so he could tell me where to go. Several times the cop told me to calm down and there was no need to get worked up. Haha, I was trying, really, but I couldn't help it. I wasn't full out crying, but it was pretty damn close. His partner came over and called him a softie cause he wasn't going to give me a ticket. And instead he explained what I had to do, and then told me to just follow him and he would show me how to get back on the Belt Pkwy. So I guess tears really do work on police officers, though it wasn't intentional, and I guess the fact that I had a legit reason to be on the phone kinda helped too. So I followed him, and even then was still trying to stop myself from crying, and from there finished out the rest of my directions without a problem. Thank you police officer.