what you know about that?
I live near River and Craycroft, and I turned out of my neighborhood onto Craycroft yesterday when I was driving my brother somewhere. I'm talking on the phone and I see a cop on the side of the road, near the construction that they're doing.
"Hang on," I told Chris over the phone, "I gotta put on my seat belt."
I drive past the cop, who immediately turns on her lights.
"Hang on," I added, "I'm going to have to call you back, I just got pulled over." I look at my brother and reassure him by rolling my eyes and giving him a quick "Goddd."
I put my phone down, pull into the dirt and turn off my engine. The lady walks up to me. I realize now that the speed limit is like -7 mph in a construction zone, and I was definitely going faster than that.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
I decide that I would rather not put the effort into talking a bunch of bullshit and playing innocent. "Yes, I'm pretty sure I was speeding through the construction zone."
"Do you know what the speed limit is?"
"Uh, I think it's 25 or so."
"Yes, it's 25. Do you know how fast you were going?"
"Yeah, I was going around 39 or 40."
"Yes, you were going 42. Can I see your license and registration please?"
"Sure." I hand all of it to her.
"Is this car licensed to you?"
"No, it's under my dad's name."
"And do you have any prior arrests or speeding tickets?"
"No, I've never gotten a ticket before."
"Okay, well let me run this through the computer, you're probably looking at a warning here if you don't have anything on your record."
She comes back five minutes later. "Okay, well, it looks like you're clean, so I'm not going to give you a ticket.
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
"You're lucky you were only going 42, if you had been going over 45 that would be criminal speeding" (this is what my sister got after going 68 in a 35 zone on Speedway) "and then I'd have to arrest you, and I wouldn't want to have to do that."
"Oh, well, that's fortunate, I guess I've learned my lesson."
"Good, here's a written warning."
"Thanks, I'll hang it up on my wall." (why the hell would I say that? I wasn't smiling or anything, I must have sounded like such a prick)
"Take care."
So that was a fun incident. The funny part of the whole deal was that I clearly saw the cop sitting there, she was just so obvious, I even went so far as to put my fucking seatbelt on. Yet I'm not smart enough to like slow down in the construction zone, one whose speed limit I was perfectly aware of. Luckily, there were no consequences, other than I have some written warning on my dashboard now. I haven't looked at it yet, but maybe I will hang it up on my wall at some point if I ever take it out of the van.
This is only a day after some disastrous incident on Alvernon. I was driving home from Randolph, we had just beat out a storm to finish 18 holes and so it was cloudy and windy, so I opened the windows to cool off the car.
Immediately shit starts flying everywhere. Papers are all over the place and after 4.8 seconds, before I can get the windows all the way up, two paper items fly out the driver's side window.
The first item is pages 1 and 2 of my brother's wilderness adventure instructions (he is going on a backpacking trip in a few weeks). I asked him about it when he got home and he said he didn't need it.
The second item was a ten dollar bill.
Before I went golfing, I saw it on the floor between the driver and passenger seats. I thought to myself, hey, I already have enough money in my wallet to pay, so I don't need to take the ten out of the car. I don't want to lose it or anything.
Little did I know.
I hope some homeless guy found it and bought himself something that made him happy. I couldn't care less if it was a sandwich or a forty of Mickey's, as long as it made his life a little better then that's fine with me. Odds are that it went down a gutter or something, but I can always hope that it like saved some guy's life.
I have been playing solid if unspectacular golf lately. I tied my personal best with a 44-41-85 on Dell Urich on Tuesday, then had an uneventful 43 yesterday. Sproul shot a personal best and beat me by a shot. He putted the lights out.
I have been having arm problems lately, probably from home run derby. I am so goddamn weak. I probably tore my wrist and my rotator cuff. It hurts to type and lift my arm.
Ann Coulter is a real fuckin' bitch.
Really,
she is a
huge fucking bitch,
I mean, seriously, fuck her.
I hope she gets hit by one of these in the face:
See you tomorrow.
"Hang on," I told Chris over the phone, "I gotta put on my seat belt."
I drive past the cop, who immediately turns on her lights.
"Hang on," I added, "I'm going to have to call you back, I just got pulled over." I look at my brother and reassure him by rolling my eyes and giving him a quick "Goddd."
I put my phone down, pull into the dirt and turn off my engine. The lady walks up to me. I realize now that the speed limit is like -7 mph in a construction zone, and I was definitely going faster than that.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
I decide that I would rather not put the effort into talking a bunch of bullshit and playing innocent. "Yes, I'm pretty sure I was speeding through the construction zone."
"Do you know what the speed limit is?"
"Uh, I think it's 25 or so."
"Yes, it's 25. Do you know how fast you were going?"
"Yeah, I was going around 39 or 40."
"Yes, you were going 42. Can I see your license and registration please?"
"Sure." I hand all of it to her.
"Is this car licensed to you?"
"No, it's under my dad's name."
"And do you have any prior arrests or speeding tickets?"
"No, I've never gotten a ticket before."
"Okay, well let me run this through the computer, you're probably looking at a warning here if you don't have anything on your record."
She comes back five minutes later. "Okay, well, it looks like you're clean, so I'm not going to give you a ticket.
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
"You're lucky you were only going 42, if you had been going over 45 that would be criminal speeding" (this is what my sister got after going 68 in a 35 zone on Speedway) "and then I'd have to arrest you, and I wouldn't want to have to do that."
"Oh, well, that's fortunate, I guess I've learned my lesson."
"Good, here's a written warning."
"Thanks, I'll hang it up on my wall." (why the hell would I say that? I wasn't smiling or anything, I must have sounded like such a prick)
"Take care."
So that was a fun incident. The funny part of the whole deal was that I clearly saw the cop sitting there, she was just so obvious, I even went so far as to put my fucking seatbelt on. Yet I'm not smart enough to like slow down in the construction zone, one whose speed limit I was perfectly aware of. Luckily, there were no consequences, other than I have some written warning on my dashboard now. I haven't looked at it yet, but maybe I will hang it up on my wall at some point if I ever take it out of the van.
This is only a day after some disastrous incident on Alvernon. I was driving home from Randolph, we had just beat out a storm to finish 18 holes and so it was cloudy and windy, so I opened the windows to cool off the car.
Immediately shit starts flying everywhere. Papers are all over the place and after 4.8 seconds, before I can get the windows all the way up, two paper items fly out the driver's side window.
The first item is pages 1 and 2 of my brother's wilderness adventure instructions (he is going on a backpacking trip in a few weeks). I asked him about it when he got home and he said he didn't need it.
The second item was a ten dollar bill.
Before I went golfing, I saw it on the floor between the driver and passenger seats. I thought to myself, hey, I already have enough money in my wallet to pay, so I don't need to take the ten out of the car. I don't want to lose it or anything.
Little did I know.
I hope some homeless guy found it and bought himself something that made him happy. I couldn't care less if it was a sandwich or a forty of Mickey's, as long as it made his life a little better then that's fine with me. Odds are that it went down a gutter or something, but I can always hope that it like saved some guy's life.
I have been playing solid if unspectacular golf lately. I tied my personal best with a 44-41-85 on Dell Urich on Tuesday, then had an uneventful 43 yesterday. Sproul shot a personal best and beat me by a shot. He putted the lights out.
I have been having arm problems lately, probably from home run derby. I am so goddamn weak. I probably tore my wrist and my rotator cuff. It hurts to type and lift my arm.
Ann Coulter is a real fuckin' bitch.
Really,
she is a
huge fucking bitch,
I mean, seriously, fuck her.
I hope she gets hit by one of these in the face:
See you tomorrow.