The first thing I thought of when I saw the lab deserted and the cars int eh yard was, 'okay, dammit, and I left my shovel at home!' Soon as I hear of the Rise of the Undead, I'm heading straight for your place. We'll discuss the rebuilding of civilisation over brownies and Cokes afterwards. :)
Vans shit their clutch in utter fear of the idea of being driven by me. I still get blamed for that, I may as well turn that negative into a positive.
I've had a few speeding tickets in my day. It sounds like you're handling yours with a lot more grace than I usually do. I usually cry. (I keep hoping that the cops will take pity on me.)
I think if I'd been, like, pulled over and had to see someone face to face? I would've cried. My usual reaction to car-related crises of any sort is to end up in a furious/upset/ragey ball of tears (depending on the exact emotion inspired, really), and I think this and the last time my car got broken into are probably the only times I *haven't* cried. I definitely cried when I got a freaking (totally unjustified, fucking losers who tried to get me towed, grrrrrrrr, I was NOT blocking their driveway at all and even the parking warden agreed) parking ticket.
They tend to only really bother with parking violations in the inner city areas, so I think I skate out of that mostly by virtue of living way out in the suburbs and working out in the country. One area in which going out very rarely totally pays off - saves me from myself in that respect! *grin*
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Vans shit their clutch in utter fear of the idea of being driven by me. I still get blamed for that, I may as well turn that negative into a positive.
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