Background on the conversation:
I was running behind and forgot that I had to get fuel for Ghetto Jepeto on my way in to work.
Fast forward to 5:00 p.m. Wednesday afternoon.
Scene: In our bedroom while D is getting ready for us to go pick up our season hockey tickets.
Me: (standing by the bedroom door in case I need to make a break for it) I have something I need to tell you and it's not good.
D: (in the bathroom brushing his teeth) Is it going to make me mad.
Me: possible (poised in a running start position)
D: then you probably shouldn't tell me.
Me: Oh no, I need to tell you...
D: Then tell me...
Me: I got pulled over today on my way in to work.
everything goes silent.
D: (steps out of the bathroom with a very somber look on his face) How much was the ticket?
Me: (huge smile) I didn't get a ticket, I got a stern scolding.
D: What were you doing that got you pulled over?
Me: Driving like I was on a racetrack!
D: What?
Me: He said I was driving as if I was on a racetrack and that I needed to settle down. It's possible I was being a little aggressive as well...
D: well at least you didn't get a ticket.
Me: I thought you'd be happy that they pulled me over for aggressive driving since you say the cops in this state only pull you over for speeding and not for bad driving...
D: I am happy about that, just not happy it was my wife that they pulled over...
Me: Fair Enough...
D: did they really use the term 'racetrack'
Me: could I make that up?
The conversation ended well. I don't know what I was more nervous about, getting the ticket that I didn't get or having to call D at work first thing in the morning and tell him I got a $400 + ticket...
I was running behind and forgot that I had to get fuel for Ghetto Jepeto on my way in to work.
Fast forward to 5:00 p.m. Wednesday afternoon.
Scene: In our bedroom while D is getting ready for us to go pick up our season hockey tickets.
Me: (standing by the bedroom door in case I need to make a break for it) I have something I need to tell you and it's not good.
D: (in the bathroom brushing his teeth) Is it going to make me mad.
Me: possible (poised in a running start position)
D: then you probably shouldn't tell me.
Me: Oh no, I need to tell you...
D: Then tell me...
Me: I got pulled over today on my way in to work.
everything goes silent.
D: (steps out of the bathroom with a very somber look on his face) How much was the ticket?
Me: (huge smile) I didn't get a ticket, I got a stern scolding.
D: What were you doing that got you pulled over?
Me: Driving like I was on a racetrack!
D: What?
Me: He said I was driving as if I was on a racetrack and that I needed to settle down. It's possible I was being a little aggressive as well...
D: well at least you didn't get a ticket.
Me: I thought you'd be happy that they pulled me over for aggressive driving since you say the cops in this state only pull you over for speeding and not for bad driving...
D: I am happy about that, just not happy it was my wife that they pulled over...
Me: Fair Enough...
D: did they really use the term 'racetrack'
Me: could I make that up?
The conversation ended well. I don't know what I was more nervous about, getting the ticket that I didn't get or having to call D at work first thing in the morning and tell him I got a $400 + ticket...
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