
Yeah. I did.
I got a stupid speeding ticket. I don't think there is anything worse than the dumb question, "Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?". There are a thousand smart remarks that I can think of when they ask me that question.
I am sure it isn't for a better look at my stereo system.
Do you know how fast you were going to keep up with me?
Is this about that warrant out for my arrest in Georgia? Because I thought I paid someone off for that...
If you remember in a previous post, I had learn to keep my inner New Yorker to myself.
But in the end, I am driving a minivan. There can't be any kind of pride or satisfaction for the cop to have pulled one of THOSE speed demons, right?
So here I am, a proud owner of a speeding ticket. While driving a minivan. I promise I am a rebel. Right??





