Jeremy got his first traffic ticket on our drive from
Unfortunately, the story behind Jeremy’s first traffic ticket ever isn’t as exciting or outrageous as it could be. The speed limit on the highway fluctuated as the road wound through small town after small town, and Jeremy thought we were far enough away from civilization that the speed limit surely must have gone up again. Meanwhile, Miriam was begging for a bite of Jeremy’s Frostie. He couldn’t have been going 75 mph for more than a total of 30 seconds. But sometime during that short period, a cop going the other direction did a quick U-turn and pulled us over.
I really think that if the cop had been a man, he wouldn’t have given Jeremy a ticket. But it was a woman, and she seemed determined to make a point. The thing is, whatever point it was is wasted on us because first of all, we were out-of-towners who had never driven there before, and second of all, we will never drive there again.
She did, however, write the ticket for only 65 mph in a 55 mph zone, which offense is called “a waste of a finite resource.”
We still don’t know how much the ticket is for. The policewoman gave us a number (of
I’m sorry a “first ticket for Jeremy” had to happen, but at least it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Of course, if the ticket turns out to be $431 or some other outrageous sum, I might have to take that back…