I’ve mentioned that before, right? It sticks with me as one of my more memorable and unique experiences and I’ll no doubt repeat that story over and over well into senility. (That’s it, child, come sit beside me while I tell you about what happened to me at the grocery back in the winter of ‘89…) But other than that, no rolling stops--except for the one my shins were involved in. No court dates. Nothing.
I’ve only gotten one ticket in my life—for parking in the invisible red zone in Ely, Nevada. Now the curb wasn’t actually painted red at the time, but when I pointed this out, the officer explained that I should have known it was a red zone. Why? Well, because everyone in town knew it was a red zone. Okay. I paid the ticket, but had I read Ellen’s blog first, I would have gone to court. Can you imagine the characters I would have met in a place where it’s assumed that you know about the invisible red zone and get a ticket when you don’t?
I have books to give away and we have a new Kindle drawing, so I need some comments. To be in the drawing for the Kindle and for an autographed copy of my December release The Baby Truce (two separate drawings, by the way) please complete this sentence:
The story I’m most likely to tell into old age is about the time when: ________________.
You can tease us or flesh it out. Your choice. Does this make anyone but me think of the Newlywed Game?