I knew I was in trouble when I saw the flashing red light. He was pointing something at me! Sitting in the empty lot at the edge of town was a uniformed man pointing a large black radar gun at me. I quickly lifted my foot from the accelerator and slowed down - but I knew it was too late. As I passed him, he pointed his finger at me as if to say, "I want you." I hoped he didn't, but when I saw the car pull out with the red light flashing, I knew he did. I was caught speeding. After I handed the policeman my driver's license, he invited me back to his car. Sitting there as he wrote out my speeding ticket, all kinds of thoughts flooded my mind: I was only a few miles over the legal speed limit. I was almost out of town. Give me a break!
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