Policia

I saw those flashing lights behind me and hoped for a minute it was someone else. Surely, that policeman isn't trying to pull me and my '89 Ford Escort over. I can barely break the speed limit when I'm going downhill, I'm sure I wasn't going too fast. I was still nervous when I pulled over, but not as nervous as I'd be if I was guilty. I pulled over, and waited. The officer reminded me that I had a bike rack on the back of my car and that the blanket I used to protect the trunk from scratches was covering the license plate. I drove away, relieved..no ticket. Kind of a dramatic start to my day. I'm going to follow it up with a round of house cleaning. I've paid rent twice, bought milk three times, but have never cleaned my bathtub. Today's the day to do fun stuff like that. I really should hang up some pictures on my walls. It looks bare in here and my sister has escaped from UCLA and will be coming down to visit this weekend.