Leslie got a speeding ticket.
Now you all know, so I can be spared the awkward "you got a speeding ticket" conversation later on when it is mentioned and you didn't know. Which won't happen because you will and if you don't, it's all my fault and I'm going to brush it off. I really have to stop caring about how much of an idiot I appear to be, because when I try to hide things that worry or embarass me and they end up having to come out in the end anyway, I look all the more like an ass. Oh well.
Have a good life, friends. Don't speed.
Have a good life, friends. Don't speed.