Speeding virgin no more
Oh, gosh. I've been so busy having fun for the past couple of weeks that I actually forgot to blog. For instance, last week I got my first speeding ticket for going 34 in a 25 mph zone. A friendly policeman appeared from behind a dumpster and flashed his lights and I got to pull over to the side of the road next to a park in Rossmoor while "all the other parents" drove past me in the opposite direction I was headed towards. The whole time I'm sweating not just because I was getting my first ticket, but also now my kid, who would soon be patiently waiting for me at school, may also soon be wondering where I was. The efficient, well-groomed police man approached my car with what seemed to me, to be a gleeful spring in his step. I wondered if the word "Ka- ching " actually came out of his mouth as he pulled me over. "License and registration, please?" I lean over to get them from my glove compartment, but fumble with the door so it fell open with