Speeding Ticket

As D walked into the door this morning he informed me, "Well, I guess it was about time. I just got a speeding ticket."

Camilla, "Dang. Where did you get it?"

D continued, "Just past the high school. I haven't seen a cop there in five years."

I then declared, "They are there all the time. I guess you haven't driven past Highland High during the normal hours of the day in 5 years."

"Oh yeah. Well anyway, I turned the corner past the high school and started speeding up. When I hit 45 I turned my head and saw the officer shoot me with the gun. I immediately pulled over. When the cop got to my car, he told me that was the first time he'd had that happen (someone pulling over BEFORE he chased them) then he asked me if I had any excuses. I said 'no.'"

"No EXCUSES?" I exclaimed. "How about the fact that you've been working all night and wanted to get home and sleep? I know you could have sweet talked him out of the ticket by telling him about your sacrifices to mankind."

"Yeah, but I was speeding."

Thus the story ends. D will look into traffic school options--but I don't think that will save us from a fine. Luckily, he will be around during the day for the next two months, otherwise that wouldn't be an option (I guess they don't care if you sleep during traffic school?). I never cease to be amazed at my husband's honesty and conscience (roll your eyes here).