I haven't been to this site to write in quite some time, rather to read. And, while reading, I noticed several drafts that were never published (or can't remember publishing). Whether for feelings of inconsequence or a moment interrupted, they sit waiting.
This was written when Jill was leaving for Bangkok after "all had settled" at home. Diane and I had returned to Stillwater after dropping Jill off at the airport...
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I was pulled over yesterday on our way back from dropping Jill off at the airport. We were driving on a road where the speed limit dropped quickly and I, quite frankly, did not know what the legal speed was in the first place (turns out it was 45).
The very kind police officer asked if I knew why I was pulled over. I thought to myself, "because you think I'm pretty and want my number??" Probably not wise to jest with the po-po, at least not until the ticket/warning is written. Instead, I told him (probably too casually) exactly my thoughts as they transpired -- that I was just asking myself what the speed limit was, saw the sign, saw him, saw the lights and figured. (Power of deductive reasoning right there). Whatever the case, we seemed to get along and he let me off with a warning, since I wasn't too far over the legal speed. Even if he did give me a ticket, I had resigned myself to not giving a damn. As things line up, my second ticket in my lifetime pales to the hardships we've faced in a few short months. Go get the real bad guys, we're just folks wanting to go home. ~E
