i spent a good portion of my morning in the courthouse. i'm sorry to say it wasn't work-related. it was my pennance for getting my speeding ticket over a month ago. i shall now recap what happened on that illustrious day in october.
after spending beautcoup des heures at the state fair, i was heading home. i was tired, it was close ot midnight & i wasn't paying attention to my speed. i got pulled right in front of my office on the way home, actually. i caught the police car out of the corner of my eye as i passed it & glanced at the speedometer (a/k/a "speedo", according to MOTIVE MAYHEM. i was a teensy bit over the speed limit. & by teensy i mean about 19 miles over. oopsies.
the officer flipped on his blue lights & i immediately pulled into a parking lot where those cruising by could easily see me in my state of discontent. i'm not the sort of girl who cries to get out of a ticket. i was speeding, i knew i was speeding & i find it despicable to flash cleavage in an attempt to not get a ticket. not to mention i was so tired at that point that i didn't really care. until i realized that my purse with my wallet which held my driver's license was in the trunk.
i had visions of those C*O*P*S shows where they arrest someone for speeding & it leads to other horrible things. not that i'm a drug smuggler or drunk driver, but you never know. at any rate, i didn't want to make sudden movements & have the officer pull his gun on me, so i politely rolled down the window & awaitied his arrival to my window.
when officer morse approached, doing that cop thing of only leaning their head forward & shining a flashlight in your eyes, he immediately asked for my license. after explaining that it was in my purse which was in the trunk, he indicated i was free to get out. wanting to make sure he knew my every move, i narrated every move like the dork that i am.
i'm opening the door now.
i'm stepping out of the vehicle. (while holding my hands in the air)
i'm opening the trunk.
i'm grabbing the purse.
maybe he thought i was special needs.
after an eternity, he lets me go & i'm off on my merry way. since i haven't had a ticket in three years i was not devastated. however, after spending 2+ hours at the courthouse, i was devastated. there are some unsavories there. i'm just sayin'.
it's quiet at work today which means i get more work done. or more random sass & musings™. either, or. i should work though. billable hours are the suck sometimes.
be happy, be thankful, be well this thanksgiving.
after spending beautcoup des heures at the state fair, i was heading home. i was tired, it was close ot midnight & i wasn't paying attention to my speed. i got pulled right in front of my office on the way home, actually. i caught the police car out of the corner of my eye as i passed it & glanced at the speedometer (a/k/a "speedo", according to MOTIVE MAYHEM. i was a teensy bit over the speed limit. & by teensy i mean about 19 miles over. oopsies.
the officer flipped on his blue lights & i immediately pulled into a parking lot where those cruising by could easily see me in my state of discontent. i'm not the sort of girl who cries to get out of a ticket. i was speeding, i knew i was speeding & i find it despicable to flash cleavage in an attempt to not get a ticket. not to mention i was so tired at that point that i didn't really care. until i realized that my purse with my wallet which held my driver's license was in the trunk.
i had visions of those C*O*P*S shows where they arrest someone for speeding & it leads to other horrible things. not that i'm a drug smuggler or drunk driver, but you never know. at any rate, i didn't want to make sudden movements & have the officer pull his gun on me, so i politely rolled down the window & awaitied his arrival to my window.
when officer morse approached, doing that cop thing of only leaning their head forward & shining a flashlight in your eyes, he immediately asked for my license. after explaining that it was in my purse which was in the trunk, he indicated i was free to get out. wanting to make sure he knew my every move, i narrated every move like the dork that i am.
i'm opening the door now.
i'm stepping out of the vehicle. (while holding my hands in the air)
i'm opening the trunk.
i'm grabbing the purse.
maybe he thought i was special needs.
after an eternity, he lets me go & i'm off on my merry way. since i haven't had a ticket in three years i was not devastated. however, after spending 2+ hours at the courthouse, i was devastated. there are some unsavories there. i'm just sayin'.
it's quiet at work today which means i get more work done. or more random sass & musings™. either, or. i should work though. billable hours are the suck sometimes.
be happy, be thankful, be well this thanksgiving.
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my this sounds familiar! minus the narration, of course. and if you actually did that, that is truly...truly fantastic. - apathy/kelley
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