I feel the need for speed
Good news -- the Halloween party pics will be up by the weekend. That's the word from the man in charge; I of course asked the question of the week as soon as I saw him at work. So, yay! Anyhow, as I was flying to work this morning I realized I am long overdue to have to try to talk my way out of a speeding ticket (knock on wood). Somehow I cruised to G-vegas and back without
seeing a single cop or trooper, which of course makes me feel like I have license to speed. So, I started to think back to the last time I got pulled over. Turns out I have never been caught in my 4Runner. Maybe, just maybe, I chose a lucky car! Maybe the silver Sebring convertible looked a little too sporty and cops enjoyed picking on me for that reason. I came up with some original stuff to try to weasel out of tickets. Sometimes it worked, most of the time it didn't. But karma got that one asshole cop that got me when I was rushing to Greenville to check out a 4Runner my parents had found before the dealership closed (ended up being the one I bought). When he pulled me over he got a flat tire. Haha! Damn I love my good-looking, clean SUV! Ok, I should do some real work now.
posted by This one time . . . @ 12:50 PM
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