My Traffic Stop

I was on my way to a 6:00 p.m. meeting and came flying down the hill on to our city’s lake drive like I had done 10,000 times. I was thinking about the day, bright and sunny, and the water, riled a little by the wind. I love Lake Michigan in all its glory and it’s a daily thing – whenever I see it I revel in it. What a beautiful place. And so I came flying down that hill in my old 2005 Thunderbird just enjoying being alive.

And then I saw the lights flashing behind me.

Officer: Do you know how fast you were going, young lady? (I am 70. A decent-looking 70 but still 70.)

Me: Well, probably over 40 (guessing because I had no idea, I was looking at the lake after all and not my speedometer).

Officer: 49. 19 miles over the speed limit.