I committed yet another crime (remember the plate?). And this time I was caught by the man. I should have known Karma would bite me in the boo-tay for that stolen booty. Yeah that was lame, but it's my blog, I've had a tragic run in with the Law, so if you don't like it bite me.
I picked Lean up from school and passed a state trooper going 64 mph, and, oh yeah it was a 50 mph zone. You know the drill, don't act like you never got a ticket before.
So he hands me my ticket after much shuffling for driver's license and insurance, it being me of course I had neither but- I knew my license number so yippy woo.
Me, " I guess I shouldn't say thank you huh?" my eloquent use of language displayed yet again. Trooper, gave a crooked grin that looked like Jason Bateman but so what; as#hole gave me a ticket, " you have a safe day now". No "have a nice day" for me cause, HELLO, you just gave me a ticket. My nice day is over, but so what you probably have to work on Thanksgiving cause your Jason Bateman grin didn't work with your boss either!