Expired

I decided to drive to work today. One of the primary reasons I made this decision is because I wanted to be on time and get to my office in a relatively hassle-free manner. When I pulled up to the toll booth and paid a State Trooper stood in front of my car and waved me over (across three busy lanes) to the curb where he told me he wanted to "talk" to me. It should be stated that I'm petrified of most authority, at least uniformed, but even through my nervousness a quiet rage boiled. I knew what he was doing -- he was standing at the tolls looking for people with expired inspection stickers, and he found me. Yes, I should have gotten a new sticker, but during rush hour, really??



Twenty minutes later he let me go with a warning, which was nice of him. I've never ever been pulled over by a cop before and maybe my clean record had something to do with his mercy. I was profoundly late to work.

The whole time I was thinking...'blogging it'.