Welcome to North Carolina!

I lived here for one week before I had to start work, not nearly long enough to get to know my way around. The morning of my first day of work I leave early because I'm not really sure I know how to get there and I don't want to be late. I'm driving down highway 258 and I see the Trooper ( oh excuse me they are called Highway Patrolmen down here ) too late, but he's coming towards me so I believe I'll be OK. I know I was speeding but really how fast could I have been going and he was coming towards me right, not up from behind. He goes past me and I , of course, am wrong, I look back as he's pulling the u-turn. He comes up on me lights flashing and all the bells and whistles going off. I pull over along side of a cotton field and wait for him to get out, and wait, and wait, it took him longer to get out of the car than the whole, for lack of better words I'll say transaction. He comes up to the door and says license and registration, I hand it to him and he asks ( which always gets me why do they ask? ) " Do you know what I pulled you over for?" I say " Yes Sir I do but I have an explanation" He wasn't interested but I explained anyway. I told him that I had just moved here from NY and it was my first day of work and I was unsure of where I was going and I didn't want to be late. He said " Uh huh " and walked back to his car, got back inside ( which just the getting out had taken what seemed like a year and a day and now he was going to do it again) So I guess he ran my brand new North Carolina drivers license, which of course was clean since I only had it about 2 days. He got back out of the car and walked back over to me handed me the ticket and said " Welcome to North Carolina ". I suppose that was some form of southern hospitality:)