I told Ryan yesterday that I got a ticket right outside our subdivision. When I left the house yesterday morning he was out the door with me but hung back in his car for a few minutes (doing what, I don't know...maybe trying to find "Mike & Mike" on the radio). He asked where I was pulled over and I told him.
"That was you?!" he asked.
"Yep."
"I saw a policeman pulled over and all I saw was the fact that he was driving a Dodge Charger, and I thought, 'He's driving a Dodge Charger!' (He's so astute) I didn't pay attention to who it was he pulled over!"
"Well...that was me."
"How much is the ticket?" he asked.
I told him and he whistled, apparently taken back by the amount.
"Yeah," I said, "and it's my first ticket ever."
"WHAT?!" he exclaimed. "Oh, well I dont feel sorry for you then. I've had, like...8."
Just when I started to not feel so bad about my measly one, he adds: "But never in a school zone."
Ouch. Thanks hon.
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