Archive - Jun 27, 2007

Good cop

Got stopped coming into Grand Forks this afternoon. I was cruising by the beet plant, and I meant to slow down, I really did, but I was doing 44 m.p.h. in a 30 m.p.h. zone.

The cop was about as polite as you could imagine. I groveled. I said I was off in la la land, daydreaming, and goodness knows how fast I was going, just do what you have to.

He asked when my last ticket was and I truly couldn't remember. When he checked, my record for the past ten years was clean. Wow! I wasn't aware that it had been that long.