"Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

...asks the officer, and he crouches by the passenger side window of my car, recently stopped on the side of highway 380.

"No where, just trying to get home"

I reply sheepishly, as my brain calculates the likelyhood of any of the possible excuses I could think of, actually working.

"Well, I was actually going to pull over the car in front of you back there, but by the time I caught up, he must have turned off already, so I figured I'd get you"

he explains

"Thanks, I feel special"

I reply with a sarcasm so dry, water runs in fear.

"Excuse me?"

questions the officer.

"Me? I didn't say anything"

I speedily spurt out in my verbal retreat.

He disappears for a while, with my license, ala normal. Returns with a delightfully dirty yellow slip advising me that I'm scheduled to appear in front of Judge someone, for speeding at 85mph in a 60mph zone.

"Thank you officer, have a nice night"

I offer, as I get into my car and begin to curse him out good a proper.

Now, of course, I do have the option to contest the citation. Will I? Will I blueberries! I was doing 85, it was a 60 zone, I knew it, he knew it; we all know it.

Unsure as to what fate awaits me, I sit here in the laundry room of my apartment complex thinking mean things about the police officer, and even meaner things about myself. As a rule, I really don't speed, and if I do, I'm pushing 70 in a 65 zone etc. But this is the second time I'm been stopped, and really, the second time I've actually speeded.

It's not a case of they catch everyone, so I must just unlucky. The solution? Don't speed, right? Well, hindsight is always 20-20

I shall pay my fine (and hope that I don't have to take that dumb class); or worse!

Saturday night is always a quiet night here in 360 land. It seems that everybody but me, has a life. But if anyone's around, feel free to say hello. My ID is almost always jamesdotlane is every system.

I'm bored! Someone please help me!