Confessions of a Criminal

It has finally happened. My perfect record is now blemished - never to be snow white again. In the mail today I...[gulp] received my first speeding ticket. There's no denying it. The city of Beaverton took three nice photos of my car, with my lovely smile gleaming through the windshield "She mocks our laws!" they grimace from behind the safety of their shiny black van. Although I clearly showed disregard for the laws of Beaverton, Oregon, it feels a little like they cheated. When an officer pulls my car over and has to look me in the eye before writing anything in that little notepad, I have a glimmer of hope - hope that my loveliness and charm will win over the man or woman in blue. Then I can, once again, drive away having given a polite "yes, officer, of course I'll be more careful - thank you" while tossing my written warning into the back seat. But now my 47 mile an hour in a 35 zone joy ride is complete. I pay dearly for my recklessness.