It always happens to me. Every time you convince yourself that it will never happen to you, it happens to me. On July 1st I woke up prepared for the new hands free cell phone law. While I inhaled my morning coffee and proceeded to burn my tongue, I sent out a mass text message to all of my friends and family warning them to use an earpiece or speaker phone will driving.
In an attempt to put on my sneakers while standing, I tripped, as the hallway wall caught me. Nevertheless, this would be fall number 3 of the week and a new bruise added to my collection on my flabby pale bum.
I managed to stand up and convince myself that today would be a good day.
My boyfriend and I scurried down the stairs- he had to be at work in 11 minutes, and if I got him there on time I would be labeled superwoman- if not I would be once again blamed for my bad habit of sleeping past 7:30am.
I was superwoman- he was there with a minute to spare. I took a deep breathe, got into the driver seat, and had to call my sister to tell her about my hectic morning.
Of course- she doesn’t answer. I call again- no answer. So then what happens next? You guessed it, I hear sirens, and I get pulled over for talking on my cell phone.
“I didn’t know, really officer,” I mumbled, lying through my teeth. I began to cry, pleading for mercy from the cop. He felt no pain, and continued to write up my ticket as I bawled uncontrollably.
He informed me of my court date, and had me sign as I attempted to ask him how much this would set me back.
$20.00- he responded.
Before it I was on my way with a smile.
The best part of the story? I tried paying this measly fee and there is no record of the citation in the system.
