If you follow me on Twitter, then you already know...
I got a speeding ticket yesterday.
Before you judge me. Wait. It wasn't my fault. ; )
So I was doing SO good on
my fast all day yesterday. I left work around 1 pm and went to Walmart. I walked right past all those dang sweets and never even blinked. As I was heading home, I realized that I hadn't eaten lunch yet, so I hesitantly pulled into Wendy's. I ordered the chicken nuggets and quickly said, "THAT'S ALL" before I somehow added a diet coke in there. Believe me, I was tempted. What is fast food without a diet coke?
As I was pulling out of Wendy's, I was SO proud of myself for resisting the diet coke temptation. Literally, I was smiling ear to ear. I started praying out loud and asking God to keep me strong. Then, out of flipping nowhere, a cop jumps out from behind a tree with a huge stop sign. #scaredmetodeath. There was no cop car...just two cops hiding behind trees.
I pulled over. She (I knew it was over when it was a she) said, "We clocked you going 42 in a 30. Is there a reason that you were going so fast?" My inner sarcastic self thought, "Lady, 42 is definitely not fast. It's lucky I wasn't going 60." However, I was smart enough not to voice those words. : ) Instead I just apologized for speeding.
That could be the end of the story. But alas, it's not. She proceeded to ask me for my license, insurance, and registration. License - check. Insurance - check. Registration - check. Then she said, "Ma'am, your insurance card and registration papers are expired. Do you have your current ones?" Crap. I don't ever get pulled over. I know nothing about keeping that stuff up to date. #majorfail. I thought I was going to jail.
She decided to "be nice" and let my insurance expiration slide, seeing as how it had expired on May 10th and this was May 17th. How absolutely "sweet" of her. #not. Well, okay, it really was sweet of her, but it's hard to feel like she's being nice when she is writing out a huge fat ticket...and looking happy about it.
So I drove off and called my hubby and looked like this:
I am super blessed with a fabulous husband who did not get mad at me. He calmed me down and asked me if I was okay...and then proceeded to laugh at me and call me Speed Demon.
I was almost home when this thought hit me..."I totally deserve a diet coke after that." I nearly turned around to head to Sonic, but I prayed for strength and turned into my neighborhood instead. I still think I deserve that diet coke. I got to thinking that the whole ticket thing was surely sent from the devil, trying to get me to break from my fast in a weak moment. That devil sure is awful sneaky. All he wants is to keep me from giving my all to my Lord.
PSA: Don't speed. Cops jump out of trees and give you tickets. Then you have to pay.
Love, love!