I've been grounded; my wings clipped. A few months back I was a bad girl going 80 km in a 50 km zone so I've been slapped on the wrist with a hefty fine and a loss of driving privileges for a week. I deserve the inconvenience because I believe if you do the crime you do the time, but it's turning out to be a royal pain in the arse and I'm only three days in of my sentence.
I paid my $300.00 fine promptly; (imagine how much wool that could have bought) so they told me I could pick and choose the week to stay off the road. I waited until hubby was home so he could chauffeur me around. Not having a license is like losing a body part. You don't miss it until it's gone and then you have to compensate for the lack of it. I'm very independent and having to rely on others is proving to be annoying, probably more for the other party having to listen to my whining. Arranging schedules and working appointments around another's convenience is putting a lot of pressure on me because I hate to put others out and I can't stand waiting.
Hubby is only home for a short period, and although he doesn't mind being at my disposal, I would prefer him to be out doing things with his pals instead of driving around Miss Daisy. I guess this is an example of the "for worse" part of the marriage contract. I suppose this is what it will be like when I'm old and have my license stripped away. Waiting on my son, a taxi or my old geezer hubby if he hasn't kicked the bucket before me, to take me to medical appointments and out to buy depends.
Since I was nabbed, I've been using the Cruise Control religiously and stay slightly under or exactly at the speed limit. I'm paranoid about getting caught committing a second transgression. Goodness knows what the penalty is for back to back offenses. Probably a public flogging, a tar and feathering or losing driving privileges for months? That's strong incentive to toe the line so I've retired my whole foot, lead that it was, and quite frankly at 55, I should have known better in the first place, would still have my $300 smackers and be in the driver's seat of my car and my life.
I paid my $300.00 fine promptly; (imagine how much wool that could have bought) so they told me I could pick and choose the week to stay off the road. I waited until hubby was home so he could chauffeur me around. Not having a license is like losing a body part. You don't miss it until it's gone and then you have to compensate for the lack of it. I'm very independent and having to rely on others is proving to be annoying, probably more for the other party having to listen to my whining. Arranging schedules and working appointments around another's convenience is putting a lot of pressure on me because I hate to put others out and I can't stand waiting.
Hubby is only home for a short period, and although he doesn't mind being at my disposal, I would prefer him to be out doing things with his pals instead of driving around Miss Daisy. I guess this is an example of the "for worse" part of the marriage contract. I suppose this is what it will be like when I'm old and have my license stripped away. Waiting on my son, a taxi or my old geezer hubby if he hasn't kicked the bucket before me, to take me to medical appointments and out to buy depends.
Since I was nabbed, I've been using the Cruise Control religiously and stay slightly under or exactly at the speed limit. I'm paranoid about getting caught committing a second transgression. Goodness knows what the penalty is for back to back offenses. Probably a public flogging, a tar and feathering or losing driving privileges for months? That's strong incentive to toe the line so I've retired my whole foot, lead that it was, and quite frankly at 55, I should have known better in the first place, would still have my $300 smackers and be in the driver's seat of my car and my life.
I suppose it could always be worse!
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