Once, in college, Julie went roaring through a school zone and the crossing guard waggled her sign and yelled at us “Slow Down! It’s a school zone!” (no AC in the early days, so we heard her clearly through the open window).
I, too, have a speed problem. My first speeding ticket in a school zone was in the Year of the Ear – when Grace was almost 1, with a crooked head and a perpetual ear infection. This was the year my doctor (who I saw every week for Grace’s ears or breathing) asked me what my “backup plan” was – I wasn’t sleeping, or probably eating. A backup plan – as is I were some celebrity and people were volunteering to stay up all night with my crying baby. Without a backup plan, it was busy season, and I was on the phone on my way to work. School zone? What school zone? Unfortunately for me, the cop saw the school zone. Bam. Ticket.
This year, I got stopped the first week of school – cops out in force, trying to set an example. And in I rolled going 19 miles per hour when I hit the 15 miles per hour sign. Just a warning, but clearly, I needed correction.
What is funny about speed, is that it appears the ways to slow us down are expanding. We are all familiar with speed bumps. I have noticed recently how these are turning into speed HUMPS as if that is somehow more chilling than a bump. “Oooh, this is a speed HUMP! Better slow that down. Thank goodness it wasn’t just a speed bump….” I have a sense that speed humps are bigger than speed bumps – bigger is better right? So today? I came across a speed TABLE. Really? A speed table? I am starting to think that the universe is telling me personally that I need to slow down.
To clinch it, I just saw a sign at a 4 way stop, and one with no speed anythings – no bumps no humps no tables – and it had a sign next to it. “Only you can prevent speed bumps” And I think maybe this time? When the sign said “you” it was looking right at me.
I, too, have a speed problem. My first speeding ticket in a school zone was in the Year of the Ear – when Grace was almost 1, with a crooked head and a perpetual ear infection. This was the year my doctor (who I saw every week for Grace’s ears or breathing) asked me what my “backup plan” was – I wasn’t sleeping, or probably eating. A backup plan – as is I were some celebrity and people were volunteering to stay up all night with my crying baby. Without a backup plan, it was busy season, and I was on the phone on my way to work. School zone? What school zone? Unfortunately for me, the cop saw the school zone. Bam. Ticket.
This year, I got stopped the first week of school – cops out in force, trying to set an example. And in I rolled going 19 miles per hour when I hit the 15 miles per hour sign. Just a warning, but clearly, I needed correction.
What is funny about speed, is that it appears the ways to slow us down are expanding. We are all familiar with speed bumps. I have noticed recently how these are turning into speed HUMPS as if that is somehow more chilling than a bump. “Oooh, this is a speed HUMP! Better slow that down. Thank goodness it wasn’t just a speed bump….” I have a sense that speed humps are bigger than speed bumps – bigger is better right? So today? I came across a speed TABLE. Really? A speed table? I am starting to think that the universe is telling me personally that I need to slow down.
To clinch it, I just saw a sign at a 4 way stop, and one with no speed anythings – no bumps no humps no tables – and it had a sign next to it. “Only you can prevent speed bumps” And I think maybe this time? When the sign said “you” it was looking right at me.
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