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Friday, September 24, 2010

TGIF x 50,000

Yesterday morning was not the best. No, it was not. I decided to stop by Golden Chick for a coke on my way to school. The lady working in the drive-through told me it was her first day. I waited for five minutes while she located the lids, and another couple of minutes while she figured out how to work the computer. Needless to say, I was running a little later getting to school than I wanted to be. I drove the couple of blocks to school, spending the whole time thinking about how ridiculous it was that the lady had been so clueless.

I was so distracted by this that I didn't remember to check my speedometer as I drove up to the school. My subconscious was aware enough to know that I was driving at turtle speed, so I guess I just never thought to look to see exactly how turtleish. I forewent the normal parking lot for some reason that day, and decided to park behind the school. I turned on said street, and what did I see? A cop barreling down the (deserted) street after me. It was then that I knew.


A few days ago I read an article online that listed out the things to do when pulled over to avoid getting a ticket. I've never gotten a ticket... or even been pulled over... but I read it anyway.

So when I saw the lights, my first thought was "I'm going to follow the steps in the article and I will be fine." The officer walks up. I do not reach for my purse or insurance. I smile and say good morning. He says he pulled me over for going 31 in a 20 mph school zone. I nod and apologize, handing him the necessary documents. He goes back to his car. I wait patiently while several co-workers drive by and look at me, all the while feeling less upset than I had expected to feel the first time I got pulled over. Mostly because I was very confident. I mean, why would he give ME a ticket? I have been driving for 9 years and never been pulled over. Obviously I am a safe driver and a great asset to the roads.

Wrong.

Gave me a ticket.

Jerk.




...It was a rough morning. I cried... a lot. Probably more than was necessary.



It reminded me of one of my favorite magazine features.

You can either have this:

Or {all} this:

This:

Or all this:

This:

Or all this:

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I rest my case.

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