Driving Pretty and the Inevitable
Driving Pretty and the Inevitable
Sunday...what a day. Where to start?
Have you ever woken up, tired, in a hotel room with a couple of hours until checkout and you have to get your makeup on and get your day going, only to find maybe a small item did not make its way into your bag or maybe the 8 hours of sleep seemed to have been 6 hours less than needed? Oh and possibly the worst lighting in a hotel room ever. Well that was how my Sunday kicked off.
I travelled to Edmonton which is 6 hours from where I live to do some shopping and just to get out of my city and go for a drive. I did what I thought was a good job packing my things, I mean I was only going for one day but it was most interesting to see how forgetting my eyeliner seemed to have set me off in a slight mood. The makeup job with the terrible lighting coupled with no eye liner just had me "off" basically all day long.
But, too late now...off I go.
I had a fantastic brunch. I was so hungry and I did not have Noras' diet self control, I had he most wonderful chicken and french toast. Then it was onto the main purpose of the trip, returning an item that I had ordered, twice, online only to have it be the wrong size both times. Once that was corrected I headed off to shop.
Parking took some time but I eventually found a spot and stated to walk to where the shops were. A couple of hours in and out of the stores. Several dresses were tried on and a couple of purchases were made and three new cds so everything was covered.
Time to head home. I basically knew where I was going to leave the city. I needed gas at some point and I needed some food. Well, I kinda went 0for3 and ended up not where I wanted to be but at least I found a place for food and knew where I needed to go on the freeway to head for home.
And here comes the Inevitable.
I stopped carrying a guy emergency bag years ago when I go out. It just seemed not needed anymore. Plus what is the worst that could happen? Today the fear that some have, the fear that keeps you at home and not exploring the world....RADAR. I didn't see it coming. I was concentrating so much on finding the correct exit ramp that I missed the speed limit change and I rolled through apparently well over the limit. Now in my defence, I was trying to find where to go and I was just staying up with the two cars in front of me. Funny that they rolled through the radar trap and it was me, at the back that was pulled over.
Well, as soon as I was waved over, I just said to myself "it was going to happen eventually" and so I rolled down the window and smiled. I was told how fast I was going, asked for my license and registration. As I handed him the license I politely asked for future reference where the speed changed and I was told. I mentioned that I was concentrating on finding the exit home and just didn't see it. Then the comedy of me digging out my registration began, I guess my glove compartment was full of "stuff".
So off he goes to write me up. When he returns he had given me a break and did not cite me for the full amount over the speed limit. I said thank you and headed off.
Moral of the story...go out, enjoy yourself, head up, eyes forward, smile and KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING :)
I survived! No tears, no freak out, no meltdown. Yes I drove a bit slower on the way home.
It was a long day but I had a great great time. It shall happen again. Well not the ticket, the going out...well there might be a ticket...
Driving Pretty and the Inevitable
Driving Pretty and the Inevitable
Sunday...what a day. Where to start?
Have you ever woken up, tired, in a hotel room with a couple of hours until checkout and you have to get your makeup on and get your day going, only to find maybe a small item did not make its way into your bag or maybe the 8 hours of sleep seemed to have been 6 hours less than needed? Oh and possibly the worst lighting in a hotel room ever. Well that was how my Sunday kicked off.
I travelled to Edmonton which is 6 hours from where I live to do some shopping and just to get out of my city and go for a drive. I did what I thought was a good job packing my things, I mean I was only going for one day but it was most interesting to see how forgetting my eyeliner seemed to have set me off in a slight mood. The makeup job with the terrible lighting coupled with no eye liner just had me "off" basically all day long.
But, too late now...off I go.
I had a fantastic brunch. I was so hungry and I did not have Noras' diet self control, I had he most wonderful chicken and french toast. Then it was onto the main purpose of the trip, returning an item that I had ordered, twice, online only to have it be the wrong size both times. Once that was corrected I headed off to shop.
Parking took some time but I eventually found a spot and stated to walk to where the shops were. A couple of hours in and out of the stores. Several dresses were tried on and a couple of purchases were made and three new cds so everything was covered.
Time to head home. I basically knew where I was going to leave the city. I needed gas at some point and I needed some food. Well, I kinda went 0for3 and ended up not where I wanted to be but at least I found a place for food and knew where I needed to go on the freeway to head for home.
And here comes the Inevitable.
I stopped carrying a guy emergency bag years ago when I go out. It just seemed not needed anymore. Plus what is the worst that could happen? Today the fear that some have, the fear that keeps you at home and not exploring the world....RADAR. I didn't see it coming. I was concentrating so much on finding the correct exit ramp that I missed the speed limit change and I rolled through apparently well over the limit. Now in my defence, I was trying to find where to go and I was just staying up with the two cars in front of me. Funny that they rolled through the radar trap and it was me, at the back that was pulled over.
Well, as soon as I was waved over, I just said to myself "it was going to happen eventually" and so I rolled down the window and smiled. I was told how fast I was going, asked for my license and registration. As I handed him the license I politely asked for future reference where the speed changed and I was told. I mentioned that I was concentrating on finding the exit home and just didn't see it. Then the comedy of me digging out my registration began, I guess my glove compartment was full of "stuff".
So off he goes to write me up. When he returns he had given me a break and did not cite me for the full amount over the speed limit. I said thank you and headed off.
Moral of the story...go out, enjoy yourself, head up, eyes forward, smile and KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING :)
I survived! No tears, no freak out, no meltdown. Yes I drove a bit slower on the way home.
It was a long day but I had a great great time. It shall happen again. Well not the ticket, the going out...well there might be a ticket...