Tuesday, July 22, 2014


Last week, on my way back to Rochester, from Buffalo, I got pulled over by a New York State Trooper. He asked me for my registration and driver's license, which I produced with trepidation.

"Do you know how fast you were goin' M'am?" "No sir," I said. Sniff, sniff, as I grabbed for a box of tissue. "Well, do ya see that sign over there?" "Which one, officer?" "The one that says, I-90. Just to let you know that's the route number not the speed limit. What da ya have to say for yourself?"

"Well, officer, crying, you see, my-cat-Buzi just-died-and-I'm-still-upset-and-want-to-go-home-and-wasn't-paying-attention-and-I'm-really-sorry." More crying, blowing nose and grabbing for more tissue.

"Don't cry Ma'm. I'm sorry about your cat. I'm not going to write you a ticket, but I am going to give you a stern warning, THE SPEED LIMIT IS 65 MPH ON THE THRUWAY...NOT 90! Now, drive safe on the way back to Rochester and have a nice day." "Whew!"

And I did...drove safe and had a nice day.

Think I'll speed...er...sprint over to Jenny's for more interesting blog posts.


itsmecissy said...

The first time I got a ticket I thought if I cried, I'd get let off too. When that day finally came, I was so mad I couldn't cry. Lucky you! ;)

Pam Beers. said...

I think the officer likes cats.I almost asked him but thought I better leave well enough alone.

Splendid Little Stars said...

lucky you!
Crying, for me, didn't work. And it was my cousin! If it happens again, I'll try the cat!

Pam Beers. said...

SLS: Animals always work. Should I send your cousin a bag of horse pucky?