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Semi-annual hungover moving violation ticket time again. Not quite as much fun as a Victoria's Secret Fashion show. Selected police officer commentary includes:
What's wrong with you?
You mad at the world?
You mad at your mom?
You mad at your boyfriend?
Big Sunkist fan, huh?*
You blow a tire in this thing going 101 miles an hour and you're going to die, ma'am.
I attribute the 500 dollar ticket I was slapped with to two things: 1. My slept-in face looking like a Salvador Dali painting, and 2. My father's name alongside mine on the title which inevitably leads to the officer thinking I'm married, resulting in an abrupt end to flirtation. Possible anti-orange soda motive exists as well. See footnote.
*Was clutching a liter of it.
What's wrong with you?
You mad at the world?
You mad at your mom?
You mad at your boyfriend?
Big Sunkist fan, huh?*
You blow a tire in this thing going 101 miles an hour and you're going to die, ma'am.
I attribute the 500 dollar ticket I was slapped with to two things: 1. My slept-in face looking like a Salvador Dali painting, and 2. My father's name alongside mine on the title which inevitably leads to the officer thinking I'm married, resulting in an abrupt end to flirtation. Possible anti-orange soda motive exists as well. See footnote.
*Was clutching a liter of it.
