I fought the law and "I" won

Picture, if you will, Jenny and me driving through our neighborhood with the boys in the backseat (see One Car Family in May's archive for picture) on the way to the boys' swimming lesson. It was a beautiful June evening. I came to a stop sign, stopped (kind-of) and then continued on toward the pool. All of a sudden, we heard the "whir, whir" of a siren and looked in the rear-view mirror to see lights. How nice.

I pulled over and watched as the young officer approached (he couldn't have been over 17 years old). He asked if I knew why he had pulled me over and before I could answer, he said I didn't come to a complete stop. Jenny started laughing as soon as he walked back to call me in, only because she's our family's resident expert on failing to stop (since she was once ticketed for the offense).

The officer came back and said, "Sir, I'm not going to cite you tonight since you're on your way to the kids' swimming lessons, but please be careful at stop signs if you could." "Of course. Thank you. ("And good luck next year at school...Senior year is a blast," I wanted to say back to him).

Jenny calls it LUCK; I call it NOT SO GUILTY.