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some dust-rubbed town. south carolina, where? i exit off at 242, drive three miles in each direction & still cannot find a gas station. i merge back onto the interstate. four, five exits pass before i see a single sign. exit six: citgo, bp two miles on the right. i accelerate, turn on a yellow, park. before i can even open the door, a policeman is standing outside the window, tapping. honey, you know how fast you were going? (is it even legal for a policeman to call a girl honey?) honey, you were going forty-five in a sixty zone no i mean you were going. he asks to see my license then mumbles some desultory comment about georgia. you just sit tight girl, i’ll be back in a minute. he walks back over to where his car is parked in the shade. a small crowd has formed. the closer the policeman gets to my car, the smaller his shadow. honey, you know you could lose your license driving like that. he slips the ticket through the crack in the window. now, i don’t want you to lose yr license but this here was a construction zone & we all know how that goes. when i ask if i can pay the ticket on-line, he just laughs & walks away.