Late to work.
Got a ticket.
Going 55 on his radar.
More like going at least 60 before I saw him and tapped the brakes.
Supposed to go only 40.
Not like anyone else does.
Not like that is a good enough excuse.
Officer wrote me a ticket for 49 in a 40.
$120 ticket.
Making me even later than I was to begin with.
Ironically perfect?
"Bad Day" played on the radio while he wrote the ticket.
I smiled and went on to enjoy a wonderfully okay day.
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