I was working off my third speeding ticket in 9 months. I swear, it's not me. Okay, well maybe the first one was. It was Texas v OU weekend in Dallas and I'd played too hard at a pre-party the night before. I was hung over driving to a wedding (no, I still haven't forgiven Clue for getting married on such a sacred day) and got lost in the play-by-play action. I'm told I was driving 65 in a 35...and it was a construction zone...and there were workers present. I wouldn't know; I wasn't paying attention. The cop confirmed that info when he scoldingly told me he'd been chasing me for 2 miles with his siren on. And, I was lucky he didn't take me to jail for "running." Oops.
Now, for the real problem and reason I say it's not my fault. There's a sting operation in my neighborhood. Do you realize how embarrassing it is to get a speeding ticket for driving 40-mph from a cop on foot carrying a radar gun? Have you ever been "waived over" while sleep-driving to work and presented with a citation? It took two speeding tickets and being waived over a third time before I came up with a sob story that resulted in a warning. Anyway, I digress...
The student became the teacher today. I began teaching my nephew to drive this afternoon. Our first lesson was short - a quick trip to the convenience store for a case of beer. A few close calls included a police officer watching me load beer into the car with an underage boy behind the wheel and almost rear-ending a black jeep at the railroad crossing, but mission accomplished.
Cheers. I think I'll have another. and another. and another.
