Why My Weekend Pretty much Sucked
I got a speeding ticket driving home from work at Southwest Airlines one night in January. I hadn't had a ticket in about 5 years so I went to traffic school on Saturday. I didn't get to bed on Friday night until around 3:00 AM so I overslept a little and was running rather late. All of the traffic school literature said that if you arrive after 8:00 AM they won't let you in and you're hosed. So I thought to myself, "That would suck if I got a ticket on my way to traffic school." As it turns out, it did indeed suck when I got a ticket on my way to traffic school. I think in the deep recesses of my brain I was convinced that some mysterious force of odds would protect me from citation as long as I was driving to traffic school. I was very wrong. The Highway Patrolman was very kind and even saw the humor of my situation. He bumped my speed down to lessen the fine and didn't impound my car despite my expired license.
To further worsen the situation, the swell that I had been waiting for arrived in full force while I was in traffic school. When I got home that evening I thought that a ride on my "new" Sycip mountain bike would have positive effects on my mood. It was going pretty well until I pulled into my driveway and my left crankarm fell off the bike.
I stayed home on Sunday.