Punchline | Dana Bell

It was Friday afternoon and I was helping my friend Ashlee babysit before we had to go to the Drama One Acts. (One Acts is basically when you perform a mini play that is only about 20 minutes.) The phone rang and Ashlee went and answered, it was a fellow drama student, Matt, and he needed a ride to the One Acts, but he had to be there soon. Now, there was no one left to watch the baby so Ashlee had to watch the baby until someone came home. I told her that I would pick up Matt, drop him off, and then pick her up and we were hoping someone would be there to wacth the baby by then.

Now, this was very nerve-racking and I was defintley feeling rushed. So after I picked up my friend Matt we sped (literally) to the high school. About 10 feet away from the high school we heard the dreadful siren. Yes, there was a police car right behind me. When the cop came up I asked if it was okay if my friend could leave and I would wait while he wrote the ticket out. He said it was okay and after Matt left the cop told me I was going 46 in a 25 zone (oops!). After I got my ticket and a lecture I swung around to pick up Ashlee (being more mindful of my speed).

Ashlee and I got to the One Acts a little late, but were still able to see them all. After I was going to a cast party, for a show I stage manage, and the whole time I was driving I was thinking about how I was going to tell my Dad. When I got home that night I showed my Dad my ticket; trust me my Dad's lecture was about 10 times worse than the Cop's. I felt so bad and I just truged up to my room after feeling like crud. The next day my Dad and I didn't really talk about the ticket, but I knew it still had to be paid for by me going to traffic school.

The next day was Sunday and I was sitting and eating breakfast when my Dad came in. He had just gotten back from picking up my Grandma from the airport. The first thing my Grandma said to me was, "I hope you are a better driver than your father! He just got a speeding ticket!"