I've seen him almost everyday for the last year...his steely eyes starting at me behind mirrored sunglasses. I knew he was hoping to talk to me...hoping that he could make me stop...and spend some time with him. But, it was always someone else he chose...never me. It was a relief, really. I mean, I'm a married woman, with kids. I don't make it a habit to stop and talk to strangers. Until today. He convinced me. I don't know what it was that made me stop. Was it his piercing glance? His leather jacket? His fast motorcycle? No, none of those things. Finally today, there was only one reason that made me stop...his flashing blue and red lights.
I swear, I've seen him sitting there just about every morning. And when I would see him pulling someone over, I'd smile to myself, thinking, "how embarrassing, glad that's not me!" DANG! Plus, my kids were in the car with me. He pulled me over and that eternally hopeful part of me thought, "maybe he'll give me a warning". He asked me where I was going and why I was going so fast, and I know I should have said, "To the hospital...my son is deathly ill!" I just wasn't quick enough. I said, "just to the store." I guess that wasn't a compelling enough reason for the "breakneck" speed I was going. So he went back to his bike, generated me a computerized ticket, and told me to have a good day! AARGGH!! There goes the extra money I was putting away for Hawaii!
But truthfully, and this is what I told my kids, the speed limit was 45, and I was going 55. Which technically, is over the speed limit, technically. I was speeding.
Well, please learn from me...be careful out there! And tell me, dear reader, when's the last time you got a speeding ticket? Help me feel better by reading your speeding tales!
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