So, I got a call from one of my bosses. Not the "big gorilla", but the other one.
The conversation started like this. "What's your plate number?"
Me: "I don't know. Why?"
Not the "big gorilla" says, " I have a speeding ticket here."
I burst out laughing. "Im-poss-e-bley!" I responded. (Yes, I threw him the french accent.)
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"Everywhere I go is no faster than 45 mph.", I tell him. "Give me a few minutes and I'll call you back with my plate number."
I call back and tell him my plate number. He says, "Yep, I thought so. It's you."
"What? Where?' I cried out.
"Same place I got mine.", he said.
Seems. I was driving 41 mph in a 25 mph work zone.
And that's the story of how I spent $80 on a plate.
But at least I wasn't driving over 45 mph. Then I would have been a liar and a speeder.
Oh, the best part is that the ticket was issued March 26th. That's six weeks ago, I travel this same section of road up to 4 times a day.
I'm holding my breath for the next six weeks. Ack!