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For all of you who took part in last year’s popular “If You Saw Me In The Back of A Police Car What You Think I Was Being Arrested For” internet survey on my behalf, I am now able to provide you with an actual reasonable answer.

When I woke up Sunday morning, the new medication which it was hoped might stop my ears from ringing hadn’t done its part. I’d already taken it for a few days, stubbornly working my way through the nausea. I ate a bagel and had coffee, retrospectively both not good choices. I just couldn’t shake that icky feeling.

However, sibling support drove me on. My younger brother would be serving communion at his church.
So,that’s where I was headed... when the officer pulled me over.

Yep. I was supposedly clocked at a wicked 39 mph.

Unfortunately, I was within a 25 mph zone on MSU campus. I can't imagine why the officer set sites on me and my appallingly non-descript beige 2002 Buick Century, especially since I was being tailgated by a black SUV. Even more unfortunate was the discovery that invisible paper moths had completely passed over previous years’ staler versions in favor of devouring my obviously fresher and most current proof of insurance.

Reassurances that all would be ok from my nephew in the back seat did little to boost my morale. Up until that moment I had been a speeding ticket virgin. That we might be too late to support my brother’s efforts, bummed me out more. And none of that did anything for my already queasy stomach.

My sister-in-law’s explanation that I wasn’t from the area and she had just told me to slow down was answered with an explanation that there were 3 speed limit signs between where I turned and where I was pulled over.

My ticket included a warning citation regarding my lack of current proof. I wasn't aware that a new MI law states that being without proof of insurance is now a $250.00 fine to be paid for two years in a row to the state of Michigan.

All in all, we made it to the church almost on time.
However, I still missed communion due to the fact that the dizzying medication had finally wore me down to the point of bolting from the chapel. I had to ask directions to the nearest facility and then well... you know. That thing that I hate doing happened.

I haven't been able to draw a cute parallel GOD point to any of Sunday’s nonsense.
But I still thought I should point out that if you’re lucky enough to live in Michigan, make sure you have your up-to-date proof of insurance handy.