“Now I’m fucked. Thanks a lot.”
I thought about leaving that as the sole narrative of this post just to amuse myself, but then I figured you’d want to know more so here it is…whiner.
I stopped an ’06 Highlander for going 60 MPH in a 45 MPH. I walked up to the car and the exchange started off vaguely pleasant. I asked the driver if she knew why I stopped her and she said, “I was speeding. I’m late for school.” She seemed legitimately upset (not upset mad, but upset sorry), but, hey, I have a job to do.
I walked back to the bike to write her real quick. Lord knows she’s in a hurry. I walked back up, handed her my cite book and asked her if she’s had any tickets in the last year and a half. She said, “Yes!” I asked if her if she happened to go to traffic school for it. She said, “Yes! Now I’m fucked. Thanks a lot!”
I said, “I don’t know if I’d use that particular verbiage (trying not to laugh since we all know damn well I would).”
She responded, “Well I would and I’m using it.” Obviously, her attitude took a turn. My response? “I didn’t realize I was in your car pushing down on the gas pedal. My mistake. You know, you could always take responsibility for your actions. Just something to consider. You have a nice day, now.”
Astounds me I get paid for this.