I went to the store this morning to get a baguette for breakfast. On my way home, my head full of thoughts of creamy Brie on fresh bread with crisp green apples and hot, black coffee, I got a ticket.
I was thirty feet from my house – I could see it – and I apparently didn’t come to a complete stop at the stop sign in front of the church.
On the bright side, the paperwork for the car is in order.
The cop car is still there, mocking me.