RCMP cop saunters up to the driver's window. He's 12 years old.
C: Do you know what speed you were at?
M: No, well, I know I was a bit over.
C: Brace yourself, M (didn't call me lady or ma'am but my first name)you were 46 over the limit.
C: 46, yes. I need to see your driver's licence
M: It's in the trunk. In my purse. Can I get out of my car?
C: As long as there are no hand grenades or machine guns on your person or in the trunk.
M: (giggle) No. Only the usual stash of street drugs.
C: (solemnly, suppressing a smile)That's OK then.
C: (once he checks licence and ownership)I don't want you to have points or you know a rise in your insurance rates so I'm only going to record this as 10 over the limit. A small fine and no points.
M: You'd do that?
He smiles, goes back to the cop car and then returns with a ticket and my documents. I thank him.
C: I'm really sorry I destroyed your day.
M: No actually, you made my day. 10 points only and I was trying to break the sound barrier!
Thank you so much!
I recounted this story to the gang at lunch. I was anticipating a lecture from Daughter who burst out laughing held out her hand for me to shake and said:
"Well done Mum!"
I probably need a lecture from someone, anyone, on this, but yeah, I'm watching my speed. For now.
I'm the little old lady from Pasadena.