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I’ll admit it…I broke the law this weekend. Actually, I probably break the law every day (What, you don’t jay-walk?), but I got caught red-handed this weekend. I was speeding. 73 in a 50 km/hr residential area. The police officer was standing out in the open, pointing his little speed radar gun at me, and I didn’t notice. I was too busy chatting with Dan and Humphrey about a very successful morning at puppy school.
Anyway, the good news is that he lowered my speed to 63 km/hr to avoid the loss of 3 demerit points. The bad news? I’m a delinquent wallet bringer and I had no ID. None. I pretended to look in my purse, glove comparment, under both visors and between the seats, but I knew before I started that my search would come up empty.
That led to ticket number 2. This one for $110 if I did not show up at a police station with my driver’s license within 72 hours. This morning, at hour 68, I arrived at police HQ on Elgin Street with ticket and license in hand. Problem was, there was nowhere to park. All signs said that 1 hour parking was permitted between 8:00 am and 5:00 pm. It was 7:30 am. I briefly thought about waiting around until I was actually allowed to park…and then quickly realized how ridiculous that was. I was already late for work, and how long could the wait really be for the cashier at 7:30 am?
I pulled into the spot and got out, only to see a police car pull up beside me…to wait for the light to turn green. PHEW! But I still felt weird about breaking a rule right beside the cop shop. Wouldn’t they be driving by constantly? Wouldn’t mine be the only car parked on the street and therefore stand out? I took a chance anyway.
Disaster averted. I was in and out and no one noticed (or make that, no one cared). The funny thing is that this whole mess didn’t do much to stop me, my lead foot or my law-bending ways. I had to laugh at myself when I noticed that I was speeding down Colonel By Drive this morning, on the way to pay my speeding ticket. Hmmm. Maybe Dan and I should move to Germany…
dan - I’ve never seen a dog have white knuckles before. Humph was afraid for his life as we cannonballed down Prince of Wales at mach speed. Road signs were starting to blur as we approached the speed of light, where questions of relativity and velocity of nearby planets become significant. Thank goodness the nice officer stopped Shannen’s Reign of Terror before someone got hurt!
Kel - Smurphy, NO! Don’t speed! Especially so much! Really, it would take only one accident, and your life could change. And I mean in a bad way. If you’re not worried about your safety, consider that, in a res zone, you could kill someone. Wait ’till you have kids and you’ll see how much you love those speed limits.
Your Mother
(Okay, no, just Kel. But still.)
Sonja - Keep up the ace driving Shan! Your making me proud.
Regards,
Sonja (note the German spelling) Harrington
Kel - D’oh! Not you too, Sonja!
The mother in me has grey hairs . . . .