Procrastination

Mama Mia found a box of old papers she'd saved from my elementary school days. I sifted through some old report cards, language assignments, and art projects. One was a construction paper cutout of my side silhouette.

Goodness I had long bangs. Goodness I actually had bangs!

Posing for the picture felt more like a mug shot. (or what I imagine a mug shot would be like) ...and I got an idea.
One would think I don't have a final next Tuesday to study for.

Ticket? Check

It was bound to happen.

I'm actually surprised it took this long.

Saturday evening I was driving home from Atlanta. I was enjoying a new cd - lost in a drum beat and guitar trance. The traffic was light and I casually passed cars driving slowly.

I passed a dark area of road and saw head lights flicker in my rear view mirror. Head lights not previously seen.

Then the red and blue lights joined.

I knew the second I passed the dark area that I'd just helped some cop meet his quota.

"Ma'am, I clocked you going 77 in a 55. That's why I pulled you over."
"Yes sir, I was speeding."
"Well, I hate to write this ticket. I'll see if I can knock your speed down to just 14 over."
"I'd appreciate that."

The ticket clocks me at 69. I'm sure 77 was even a little low. So, I checked some "FIRSTS" off my list. First time getting pulled over. First time getting a ticket.

Coming soon: First time going to traffic court...