When I woke up this morning, I saw that it was a beautiful day outside. I decided to go for a drive in my car.
Hello car. I have yet to give my car a name – any ideas?
I got in my car and buckled up.
I drove here.
And I drove there. I remembered the time that Sandy visited me and drove my car.
Suddenly, I heard some sirens and saw flashing lights. I looked in the sideview mirror.
I was being pulled over!
“Hello there, officer,” I said.
“Hello citizen,” he replied. “May I please see your driver’s license and registration?”
I handed him my documents.
“Hmm… okay… I see,” he said. “Do you know how fast you were going in this speed zone?”
“Uh, 5 miles per hour, I think,” I answered.
“Yes, that’s right. You were going 5 miles per hour,” he said.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“Well, it looks like I will have to write you a ticket,” the police officer said.
“But I wasn’t speeding. I even graduated from Slow Poke Driving School,” I insisted.
“I’m not giving you a speeding ticket,” he said. “I’m giving you a slowing ticket… for going too slowly!”
Slowing tickets? Has anyone heard of these before?