I got a speeding ticket today.....in the mail.....one of those picture kind. Apparently I was doing 63 in a 50. Now for anyone familiar with Washington DC, I was on 295 and trust me when I say if you're driving at 50 on that road, you better be on the shoulder. If not, you'll get run over. I'm not feeling too guilty about it. It was early on a Saturday morning and I was just moving along with traffic. I'm betting a lot of people got a nice snap shot of their car in the mail. I must have missed the memo that explained the police were getting tricky and using radar/camera cars that don't look like police cars. Doesn't seem quite fair.
The funny thing about this is my husband thought the ticket was his. He's the usual culprit. When he saw the return address on the envelope, his first thought was 'Damn'. His second was 'I don't remember driving in DC'. Then he opens it up and sees a picture of my car, so his third thought was 'I don't remember driving Sharon's car.....in DC'. He then realizes its not his.
So I get home an hour later and the first thing my kids say is 'You got a speeding ticket from DC with your car's picture'. So I said 'Dad must have been driving my car.' They said they'd already suggested that, but he wasn't buying it.
You'd think after almost 23 years of marriage, he'd be willing to take the rap.
Well I'm off to write a $50 dollar check, and counting myself lucky they didn't see me before I got on 295 when I was traveling just a tad quicker.
Sharon