It Always Happens To Me

Stephanie00 — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 00:40:38 -0500

It always happens to me. Everytime 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 phonelaw. While I inhaled my morning coffee and proceeded to burn my tongue, I sentout a mass text message to all of my friends and family warning them to use anearpiece or speaker phone will driving.

In an attempt to put on mysneakers 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 tomy collection on my flabby pale bum.

I managed to stand up and convincemyself that today would be a good day.

My boyfriend and I scurried downthe stairs- he had to be at work in 11 minutes, and if I got him there on timeI would be labeled superwoman- if not I would be once again blamed for my badhabit of sleeping past 7:30am.

I was superwoman- he was therewith a minute to spare. I took a deep breathe, got into the driver seat, andhad to call my sister to tell her about my hectic morning.

Of course- she doesn’t answer. Icall again- no answer. So then what happens next? You guessed it, I hearsirens, and I get pulled over for talking on my cell phone.

“I didn’t know, really officer,” Imumbled, lying through my teeth. I began to cry, pleading for mercy from thecop. He felt no pain, and continued to write up my ticket as I bawleduncontrollably.

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 asmile.

The best part of the story? Itried paying this measly fee and there is no record of the citation in thesystem.

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