That was me, today. And I didn’t get a ticket, either. I had it all planned out, though, what I would say to any cop that decided to stop me. You see, it all started when the phone rang. The caller ID said it was my father’s cell phone. I picked it up and it was my sister.
“Ah, you’re finally out of the hospital and on your way home!”
“Yes but there’s a little problem. Do you still have my key? I don’t have my house key and Dad doesn’t have one, either.”
I immediately did the proper thing – laughed hysterically. I pictured my father trying to climb into a window. Then, after I finally stopped laughing, I jumped into my Batmobile. I couldn’t have my poor, weak sister sitting in a car for half an hour or 40 minutes while I drove over there. Thus, the need for the Batmobile. I made it there in 20 minutes and didn’t get stopped. Like I said, though. I had it all planned if I did. I was going to be quite calm with the police.
“Hey, you can keep me here all day & I don’t mind. Just have someone drive over to my sister’s house to bring her this key. I bet you can go real fast with those little flashy lights.”
They love it when you use technical terms like little flashy lights. Don’t forget to use tears in case of a real emergency.