How to Meet Men

I'm driving to Dornan's. Lights flash in my rear view mirror. Well dang. Officer walks up, I hand him all pertinent information.

 

Ms. S, do you know why I pulled you over? 

 

No sir. 

 

You were speeding. Do you know how fast you were going? 

 

Yes sir, 55—are you single? (Not really, didn't ask him if he was single, only briefly considered asking.)

 

Yes, Ms. S, you were doing 55. Do you know what the speed limit is?

 

(I'm guessing it's not 55. But I didn't say this either.)

 

55? (Sheepishly.)

 

No ma'am. 45. 

 

Well dang. I'm sorry. Are you going to ticket me?

 

After a nice story about a buffalo, answering questions about residence, and the reason for 45 mph (wildlife), he has mercy on me, and gives me a warning. 

 

I thanked him, profusely. 

 

Note to self: slow down, respect wildlife. And the law.