I Fought the Law...And I Won.

On my way to work yesterday, I got pulled over for running a red light - stink!

I was turning left, and got stuck behind a semi, so I couldn't see the light when I entered the intersection...and it just happened to be red (which, in case you are wondering, is the wrong color for a traffic signal light to be when you are in the intersection).

Mr. Nice Police Officer runs my plates, and walks up to have me sign the ticket, OBLIVIOUS to the fact that I'm conjuring up my best, "Please don't give me a ticket, because I'm just a cute little innocent girl" face. He has one of those new-fangled evil little ticket machines that looks like the little electronic device that UPS men carry to deliver packages.

I sign the electronic signature pad, and he pushes the 'Print' button to print my copy of the ticket.

...aannnnddddd nothing happens.

He tries again. Still nothing.

Mr. Nice Police Officer decides that letting me off with a warning is easier than trying to diagnose the printer malfunction on his evil little machine, so he voids the ticket in the system and lets me go on my (now) merry way.

Newlywed Wife - 1

evil little machine - 0