I was driving Colter to school this morning in my pajamas, about five minutes away with 15 minutes before the first bell rang, when I was pulled over for speeding. Now, I know it's the first week of school. And I know (now) that I was going 33 in a 15 mph school zone. And I'm totally in favor of children living through the experience of crossing the street.
This was one of many speed traps set up, and at this particular speed trap stood a reporter and photographer from a local television station, recording fools like me for broadcast.
Not looking happy.
After receiving my citation for $114.50 ("violation of traffic control device" will also get me four points on my insurance unless I take the driving course), I dropped off Colter -- right on time -- and was sloooooowly moving forward in the line of cars leaving when the safety patrol adults and kids waved me on as if to hurry me up. As soon as I accelerated a little, I heard one of them yell, "Slow down!"
MAKE UP YOUR MIND, PEOPLE.
Until this morning I was pretty sure speeding was considered part of my right to the pursuit of happiness.