Garbage Disposal

Recently while mixing my protein shake, the little flip top broke off the lid for my shaker cup. That little piece of plastic would now be classified as garbage. Ironically, it went straight down the garbage disposal. I didn’t have time to try to retrieve it then and soon forgot about it. A few days later we had a cook-out. The left over beans were put down the disposal and when we turned it on, there was a short-lived, extremely loud crunching sound – much too crunchy for baked beans. That’s when I realized what had happened. We really didn’t buy a GARBAGE disposal.

Speed Trap

On a recent trip I was talking on the phone to with my hands-free headset as I often do. I had entered a work zone and orange barrels were everywhere. I passed a motorcycle and realized that what looked to be his turn signals were blue, not red. Uh-oh! That's about the time those blue lights started flashing and the siren started wailing. Other than those tiny, round blue lights, there was no sign this was a police. I pulled over, gathered my license & registration and watched my mirror for him to walk up. However, he seemed to have disappeared! I didn't see him anywhere! All of a sudden three was a LOUD tap on the passenger side window. I think he used that big flashlight to knock. I lowered the window and he asked if I knew I was speeding. I told him that I didn't and apologized for passing him. He said, "I wish I could help you out some, but you WERE in a construction zone." He turned to go back to his bike and there was now a HUGE banner on his back that said POLICE. He must have a cord he pulls to let that unfold, sort of like James Bond. He gave me a ticket for $250 and suggested I come to the court date so the judge could possibly lower the fine. Since the town was only a couple hours away and I have a friend in that town I decided to go. When it was my turn to talk to the judge, he said, "How do you plead?" I respectfully told him I was guilty. He responded, "Then why are you here?" I told him I came in hopes he could lower my fine. He looked at me as if I were nuts, then said, "Do you realize you were in a WORK ZONE?" He didn't reduce my fine, but on the bright side he did lower my court costs to just $50 to cover my 'trial.' I should have just sent the check, but would have had to drive through a work zone to get to the post office.