I got a fucking speeding ticket today.
It's my first encounter with the police, for anything, in nearly four years (I've been a good boy...good at not getting caught!).
I was doing 76 in 60 zone and the cop that got me was a lone bike officer standing on the side of the road with his radar. He had to run out onto the bitumen to flag me down. Had I been in a car that was registered to me I'd've blown straight past the guy, but, as the car I was driving belongs to Dah, I figured I better stop and make sure my name was put on the ticket.
So, a rear-ending two weeks ago and a ticket today. What happens tomorrow, I wonder? A flat?
(or maybe Dah takes the car off me!)
It's my first encounter with the police, for anything, in nearly four years (I've been a good boy...good at not getting caught!).
I was doing 76 in 60 zone and the cop that got me was a lone bike officer standing on the side of the road with his radar. He had to run out onto the bitumen to flag me down. Had I been in a car that was registered to me I'd've blown straight past the guy, but, as the car I was driving belongs to Dah, I figured I better stop and make sure my name was put on the ticket.
So, a rear-ending two weeks ago and a ticket today. What happens tomorrow, I wonder? A flat?
(or maybe Dah takes the car off me!)
I will have to wait a while since you drove me to the airport and picked me up.
As Lexiphanic said "bad things always happen in threes"