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Showing posts from October, 2009

Wait, who are you again?

It's obvious I'm not perfect. (Un)Luckily, thousands of people are witness to that fact when the mistakes I make at work make it into print.

But this isn't a post about my love/hate relationship with spell check. No, no, no. It's a post about my already-abysmal-even-though-I'm-only-23-years-old ability to remember people's names.

The weird thing is, I have a photographic memory. I remember places, landmarks, pictures, etc. very easily. This was a big help in school. And my mom is still always amazed at how I can recall a really random memory of an event in my childhood just by visualizing it. Eh, it's a gift I suppose.

Recalling faces is another part of my "gift." However, I can't for the life of me remember people's names sometimes. It's so embarrassing.

I have to know/see someone new several times before I will be able to match their face with their name. Sometimes, I can remember everything about a person accept for their name.

Take this…

Now I'm paranoid

So I paid my ticket Wednesday. Since then, I've been so completely paranoid about getting another. I believe the fine doubles if I get another within the year. Yikes!

Thankfully, my car has cruise control and I've been using it whenever I can to avoid "accidentally" going too fast.

Two times this week, however, law enforcement has made my heart race. Saturday morning I was leaving work at 3 a.m. after my proof-reading shift for Saturday's paper. Of course, just outside of Bryan I pass a state trooper. I looked down at my speedometer: 58 mph going down-hill. He'll leave me alone, right?

Wrong. I watched in terror as his brake lights came on in my rear view mirror. Then he turned around and suddenly was on my bumper, following me a little too close for comfort. I braced my hands on the wheel and turned the cruise down to exactly 55. All I could think was "Please leave me alone, please leave me alone."

He followed me for the longest five miles of my entire…

The real punishment begins

I'll just come out and say it — I got a speeding ticket this morning.

My first thought while waiting for the officer in my car: ugh! My second thought: I think I have to change my blog topic this week. (I'm weird, aren't I?)

Anyway, I wish I could say today was off to a great start before the lights started flashing, but sadly, they were just the cherry on top of a crappy-morning sundae.

I wish I could complain or cry or whine or think of one bad thing to say about the situation. But the truth is, I was caught red-handed, and there was no getting out of it. I have no one to blame but myself.

The Sheriff's deputy was even so nice about the whole thing; I can't blame him for my despair. He looked more sad about giving me the ticket than I was for getting it. He told me to drive safe and have a good day.

Heck, I even think I said thank you. Who thanks an officer for a giving them a speeding ticket?! Apparently, I do.

I'll go pay my fine right away, but the real punishme…