3.04.2005

Sometimes fear makes us 'good'...

Please don't get upset with us for driving the speed limit when you are 'stuck' behind us. Wednesday on our way home from my physical rehab session we were discussing the session... how well things are going... and such. Simultaneously I heard an "Oh s***!!!" and a siren! As we pulled over the siren stopped behind us... didn't go around us after 'some other guy' and there we sat like two naughty school kids!

The young officer, not too many years older than our oldest grandchildren, asked the husband if he realized how fast he was going and the response was "No, officer." The young man responded, "Well I was going 55 when you blew past me..." The speed limit there was 35 changing upward to 45, but well.... The officer took husband's driver's license and proof of insurance back to his patrol car while we sat shaking in our boots.... (well not really, but a bit disgusted with ourselves for being so careless.)

He returned to our vehicle, returned the license & proof of insurance to husband of mine and said, "Slow down for me okay?" Then he returned to his unmarked vehicle and drove off ahead of us. This is one more reason why I still believe in the goodness of mankind! Thank you Officer!

Comments:
I agree with your title, Mom. Sometimes we need to be reminded of certain things. I know Dad's a good driver but I know how easy it is to speed, sometimes without realizing it. I'm glad the officer didn't give him a ticket; sometimes a friendly reminder will do the trick!! Love you both!! =)
 
I agree with your title, Mom. Sometimes we need to be reminded of certain things. I know Dad's a good driver but I know how easy it is to speed, sometimes without realizing it. I'm glad the officer didn't give him a ticket; sometimes a friendly reminder will do the trick!! Love you both!! =)
 
I'm glad you didn't get a ticket! Life is good!
 
Wow - you guys were lucky. What with Granholm taking away our Credit Score Discount it would be a shame to screw up a good driving record on top of that. Love Ya'
 
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