I don't post in here much but this has got me in a good mood.

I just got a ticket coming home from work, on 85N approaching 400. I haven't had a ticket since March of last year. Naturally, I was pissed at myself for speeding.

I was recorded with the laser doing 83 in a 55.

So while I'm waiting for the officer to return with my license and a ticket, I'm thinking over how I can't afford a hefty fine to pay.

The officer returns and says, "Well, sir, I'm going to reduce the speed on the ticket to 69 in a 55. Just try to go a little slower." --and gives me a couple pats on my shoulder.

That's what's up. It must've been my superly cool slidemaster car with the bling blang wheels. No, I know what it is. It must be the age. That's got to be, it. The OGs tend to get let off the hook more.

I could tell he was Latino from his last name, which happens to be the same as Cuba's leader's first name.

--kind of funny. He marked the race as "W". There's nothing white about my last name and I, surely, don't look it. I was in work clothes, though.

Nah, but I'm ready for the weekend. Bring it!