
A ticket. Know what kind of ticket? A speeding ticket. Nice. The set a speed trap in a residential area close to where I live...and I know they do this often...and I even thought about it today driving down the doomed road. But did it stop me from speeding? No. Truth is, I travel this route probably once a week, IF that.
Little motorcycle cops hiding in the trees (not up in the trees, but behind a cluster of them) ever so nicely walking out into the street with a sign that says "stop" on it. I thought for a second maybe, just maybe, I'd get let off with a warning. Nope. But the nice officer did tell me I could keep it from going on my record by calling "such and such number" and that they would walk me though the process of how to do that.
No thanks.
I don't have time for that. So this ticket will be going on my record. I have been fortunate the last two or three times to have one of my attorney's get it knocked down to a non-moving violation, but I have since decided I don't want to ask him for anymore favors.
I haven't even called to see the loverly fine. Yes, I said loverly. So what.
On the flip side, I saw on my camera today that Jacob practiced his photog skills....you will be impressed...
finger shot..





