Last night, I was driving along, lost in my thoughts (as usual). And suddenly, there's a spotlight shining in my back window. You guessed it: a cop. I glanced at my speedometer (guilty conscience) and saw I was going 45 in a 40 zone.
So, of course, I moved over to the right lane and slowed to 40, thinking, "Oh great. Just great. I'm getting pulled over. Swell."
He passed me, but MAN was I ever in a cold sweat! Whew! I don't know if it was a warning, or just to get me to move out of the lane and out of his way.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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