Oops

The Girl finally got her driving permit. Not that she tried before and failed, she just never tried. She passed her first time. The Man has taken her driving several times, but Sunday was the first time I did. We had a lot of running around to do. Picking up medicine, buying more dye to tie-dye sheets for the basement, hitting junk stores for more sheets, then my favorite: the library. I did all the running around in the city and let The Girl drive home. One of us got pulled over by the police before we even left town.

It wasn't The Girl.

It was me.

Shocking, I know. I was speeding. 70 in a 60. I couldn't believe when I looked in the rear view mirror and saw flashing lights. Then when I pulled over onto the shoulder the police car pulled over right in back of me instead of racing past like it was supposed to. I told The Girl her driving lesson for the day was what to do when you get pulled over by the police. A friend of hers got pulled over a year or so ago and said she got out of a ticket by flashing the cop, so we joked about lifting our shirts and showing our boobies, but I just handed him my license and insurance card.

Luckily, the cop just gave me a warning and let us go. I wasn't sure if I was going to tell The Man at all. If I'd gotten a ticket I would have to tell him, but I could just 'forget' to tell him about a warning. I considered just posting about it and seeing how long until he read about it, but I thought that would probably piss him pretty completely off, so I ended up telling him that night. He was disappointed, but not surprised. For some reason I have a reputation as a lead foot.

Totally unfounded.

Really.

Quit laughing, I'm serious.