Oops.
I got my first speeding ticket Sunday night...
Elliott and I were driving home from work. I wasn't really paying attention to my driving. I was just driving. Kind of in a funk. Sunday was a really long, hard day at work.
I started freaking out. Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't cry. I saw the lights flashing, coming down the road. My rear view mirror looked like a light show. I can only imagine what my face looked like. Elliott kept telling me it would OK. I remember that much. But strange as it seems, I don't really remember much of what the officer said to me. I think I was in a haze.
I was going 76 on Rt. 7. Yeah, well, so was everyone else. Why did you pull me over? At least he didn't charge me with reckless driving. Elliott asked of I was OK. I think I had been driving in silence for about 20 minutes. I replied yes, and then thought better of it. No. No.
I got home, pulled out my ticket to show Mom, and burst into tears. She just pulled me into a big hug and said it was OK. I was so shaky, and in such distress. "Would you like some wine Katie?" I almost though I hadn't heard her right. But yes, I would like some wine. Please. She pours me a small glass of wine in a cup. As she hands it to me, I realize it's not a wine glass, it's my Curious George Jelly jar that i turned into a cup. I smile, and we clink our "glasses" together.
Sometimes, I really do love my mother. Really.
"You didn't do anything wrong Katie. You just happened to be the one who got caught in the group."
I sit down, slowly drinking my wine, talking with my mother. We talked about a lot of things that night. We talked for hours. I believe I went to bed at 1AM. I got home at 11:15PM.
It's just a speeding ticket.
Monday, I got mad at Elliott for talking about my speeding ticket to a guy at work. I tried to talk to him about it later "I'm sorry I got mad at you earlier. I just didn't appreciate you talking freely about my ticket. It wasn't your's to talk about", and he just dismissed it, saying "Let's just agree to disagree, because I don't think it's that big of a deal." That was it. Closed the door. How was I supposed to tell him that it bothered me? When I was mad earlier, the guy he told tried to keep talking, and Elliott said "Drop it." as he looked at my face. The guy kept pushing, and Elliott said "She's mad at me for 'disclosing sensitive information'. Leave it"
We pretty much sat in silence the whole way home. He's too hard to read. So hard to read.
Elliott and I were driving home from work. I wasn't really paying attention to my driving. I was just driving. Kind of in a funk. Sunday was a really long, hard day at work.
I started freaking out. Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't cry. I saw the lights flashing, coming down the road. My rear view mirror looked like a light show. I can only imagine what my face looked like. Elliott kept telling me it would OK. I remember that much. But strange as it seems, I don't really remember much of what the officer said to me. I think I was in a haze.
I was going 76 on Rt. 7. Yeah, well, so was everyone else. Why did you pull me over? At least he didn't charge me with reckless driving. Elliott asked of I was OK. I think I had been driving in silence for about 20 minutes. I replied yes, and then thought better of it. No. No.
I got home, pulled out my ticket to show Mom, and burst into tears. She just pulled me into a big hug and said it was OK. I was so shaky, and in such distress. "Would you like some wine Katie?" I almost though I hadn't heard her right. But yes, I would like some wine. Please. She pours me a small glass of wine in a cup. As she hands it to me, I realize it's not a wine glass, it's my Curious George Jelly jar that i turned into a cup. I smile, and we clink our "glasses" together.
Sometimes, I really do love my mother. Really.
"You didn't do anything wrong Katie. You just happened to be the one who got caught in the group."
I sit down, slowly drinking my wine, talking with my mother. We talked about a lot of things that night. We talked for hours. I believe I went to bed at 1AM. I got home at 11:15PM.
It's just a speeding ticket.
Monday, I got mad at Elliott for talking about my speeding ticket to a guy at work. I tried to talk to him about it later "I'm sorry I got mad at you earlier. I just didn't appreciate you talking freely about my ticket. It wasn't your's to talk about", and he just dismissed it, saying "Let's just agree to disagree, because I don't think it's that big of a deal." That was it. Closed the door. How was I supposed to tell him that it bothered me? When I was mad earlier, the guy he told tried to keep talking, and Elliott said "Drop it." as he looked at my face. The guy kept pushing, and Elliott said "She's mad at me for 'disclosing sensitive information'. Leave it"
We pretty much sat in silence the whole way home. He's too hard to read. So hard to read.