Though this does have something to do with vehicles. And it made me laugh that it happened today.
So for work I had to go to this development that has gotten SO huge, it is now been declared a township. This township is for the affluent of southeastern NC. (Read: old money and snobbery only allowed here)
The township has a guard station set up, so those who do not belong, can NOT enter. They are serious folks. No pass, no entry.
Thankfully, I have a subcontractors pass, and the nice security girl always smiles and waves as I come through!
There are signs, that say 'Welcome Home'...nice touch.
In this little township they have a fire station. It is cute.
However, what is NOT cute, is the thirty mile per hour speed limit the entire way through. It is a LLOONNNGG little windy road and it is hard to go thirty. Now don't get me wrong, I don't go crazy and all speed racer on this little township, in my hip, sporty, low profile piece of crapola.
So today, as I was driving a whole WHOOPING 38 miles per hour, I see this white truck pull in behind me. A white chevy that has these weird little green/blue lights going off behind me. And I think to myself, "Is this truck PULLING me?"
So yes, today, I got pulled by the Paul Blart of the township. It was a rent-a-cop. Now to be perfectly honest, I didn't know such a thing could happen. Armed with his white truck with Regent Security on the door, and a sweater that had been embroidered to say Security, he came strolling up and said, "So, do you know why I pulled you?"
Seriously it was ALL I could do to keep from laughing. So I said, "No sir, I sure don't.".."Well you passed me going about 38 miles an hour in a THIRTY mile per hour zone." Silence. "Can I have your license please?" I wanted to DIE. It was just too much humor for one girl to handle.
So he saunters back to his truck and gets back in. And I can't help thinking, what is he pulling my record back there? Five minutes go by and he comes back out. He comes up to the window, hands me his metal clipboard, and asks me to sign saying that I was speeding in the oh so holy township. But I couldn't help but notice, that my security cop was young, bald as a cue ball with bright blue eyes, and had L-O-V-E tattooed on the bottom part of his fingers...so of course I couldn't help but look up at him and ask, "Where's the Love?" To which he tore out my copy of my "ticket" handed it to me and walked back to his "patrol" truck.
So later this week, when I am back in said township, I will march myself down to the