I’ll give you one guess as to what my topic is today.
If you guessed that Miss Megan got a speeding ticket this morning, you would be correct. Hence, the picture of my little friend Speedy Gonzales (he used to drive Bugs Bunny crazy… those were the cartoon days).
I have a lead foot, always have. But over the years I have learned to be more aware of my surroundings (translation: I know where the speed traps are!). This morning my awareness was clearly turned off. I noticed a motor cop a few feet ahead, so of course I “tapped” my breaks in an effort to slow down before the radar gun shot me. As I passed he pulled out behind me, but no flashy lights. Hey now, this might be my lucky day… until the signal turned green. On went the flashy lights and to the right I pulled over. Ugh.
This wasn’t my first ticket so I knew the drill. Get out the license, registration and insurance card, then roll down the window and wait. The officer approached and thus the dialogue began (to the very best of my recollection):
Officer: “Hi ma’am. I pulled you over because I clocked you doing 58 in a 40 mile zone.” (Ouch. At least it was under the reckless driving limit!) “What was your reason for going so fast?”
Megan: “I wasn’t paying attention.” (Yep, I just told the truth.)
Officer: “Thank you for your honesty. May I have your license, registration and insurance?” (I guess people aren’t honest about their reason to speed.) “When was the last time you had a ticket?”
Megan: “Three or four years ago.” (I have been close to losing my license before, so I am keenly aware of points on my record, how long they are posted, rise in insurance costs, etc.)
Officer: “Okay, I will be back in a few moments.”
After several minutes the Officer returned:
Officer: “Ma’am, if you would like, you can step out of your car to review my radar gun to see what I clocked you at.”
Megan: “That’s all right, I trust you.” (Do people really get out of their car and question an Officer’s radar gun reading??? “Not I,” said the fly.)
Officer: “I really appreciate that. If you can sign here, then I will be back in a few moments with a printed copy of your ticket and some instructions.”
A couple of minutes pass and the Officer is back with ticket in hand:
Officer: “I really hate having to give tickets to nice people. It’s just that you are near a school zone and there are kids, families…” (Like he needed to justify why I was getting a ticket. Before he could finish I cut him off with my response…)
Megan: “I totally understand. I was violating the law.” (Yes, I actually admitted out loud to breaking the law. Blonde much?)
The Officer explained the ticket and chuckled at himself when he realized I had to settle things with the court by April 1, 2016 (April Fools Day!). I was just focused on the cost of the ticket, when’s traffic school, and oh good the deadline is before the wedding! Our conversation concluded:
Officer: “You have been very nice, thank you.” (I felt bad for him. How many times has he had to deal with people who had poopy attitudes?)
Megan: “No, thank you!” (Who thanks an Officer for giving them a ticket? Apparently I do.)
In a strange way the Officer made my day. Sure, it stinks to get a ticket but I deserved it. He actually only cited me for going 56 in a 40 zone (yes, the two less miles helps). He was extremely polite and complimentary. It was refreshing. He was nice too!
As I drove away I was reminded that I need to slow down. Speedy Gonzales really only works as a cartoon character, not as a 38 year old woman driving 56 in a school zone. I need to be mindful of my speed not only on the road, but also in life. I don’t know about you but I get going on things (can you see the mice running the wheel in my mind?) and I forget to stop, breathe, and enjoy the moment.
I think God has speeds posted for us all throughout our lives. I want to see the speed markers, not breeze pass them and miss something great He has for me. I don’t want to get a life ticket because I was rushing to get someplace I thought was more important.