Just call me Speedy

   I was driving too fast.  Didn't want to be late to the dentist, you know.  I saw the police car, then I saw the flashing lights, then I got to make a new friend.  Oh yeah.  Actually, he was extremely nice.  The girls thought he was great.  A new adventure.  The man even waved to them (like something out of Andy Griffith- love that show) while I scrambled around looking for my license and insurance.  "That's the case for the movies, Mom."  Thanks, Sweetie.  The officer was ever so patient and did not even lecture me.  I think he realized I was shaking in my boots.  (Yes, I was wearing boots.)  After calling in my information (or whatever they do in their car) he came walking back to me.  "I'm going to give you a warning this time.  The other cars were speeding, too, but you were going the fastest."  WHAT??!  Let me tell you, I thanked that dear man many times!  My husband still can't believe he didn't give me a ticket.  I learned my lesson and am going to try to be the model driver from now on.  It's not every day you get a break like that and I know it.  I adore you, Mr. Police Officer!  Thanks again!:)