Thursday, April 2, 2009
I wasn't going to say anything, but...
While driving to my brother's house near Chicago last weekend, we were exiting off the highway, and Ben rolled through a stop sign. I normally wouldn't have said anything, but I HATE the thought of getting in trouble, and there was a huge sign that said "Camera Enforced" red light or something like that. So, all of my legalism and tightwad-ishness (tickets aren't cheap) bubbled over into a shrieking nag at Ben to "STOP! We're going to get a ticket! Look at the freaking sign! Stop!"
Ben rolled his eyes and pointed out another sign that said you could turn right on red.
I didn't see the sign, but because I am quick to own my spastic faults, I profusely apologized for missing what he had seen and for being a nag, because believe it or not, I haven't badgered him about his driving since 2001, when I successfully harassed him into letting go of his road rage before he killed me.
As it turns out....
Ben brought the mail in today, and what did he have in his hand but a $100 citation from the state of Illinois for the exact incident I have so eloquently described.
Which of my Chicago-area readers wants to drive out to the exit onto Algonquin Road and verify who's right here about the signs? Bring your camera because Ben wants to contest the ticket.