Friday 7 May 2004

innocence lost

So I'm driving back from our other office in Chalfont after a lovely lunch with my workmates (courtesy of my company), when all of a sudden, I get flashed. In the middle of the afternoon, in broad daylight, on a busy road, I was flashed. By a speed camera. Nuts. I must mention that speed cameras here are not the sneaky variety we have back in North America - they're not hidden behind bushes, nor are they held by police officers parked behind large structures so that you can't see them. This isn't to say that we don't have these kind of speed traps here; they're just not used as often. Here, speed cameras are either fluorescent yellow or large and obvious enough to be spotted. Signs warn you well in advance that there are speed cameras about. White lines are painted across the road to indicate where your speed will be monitored. There could have been someone dressed in a big bear suit, flapping his arms and holding a neon sign saying "LISA, SLOW DOWN" and I wouldn't have noticed. Sucks to be me.

So now I have three points on my license. That's three more than I've ever had in my life. My license is tainted; it has words like "date of offense" stamped on it. "Do you think they'll reject my application for citizenship because of this?" I asked Paul worriedly. "I have a criminal record now, don't I?" All this for doing 40 in a 30 (which goes up to a 50 mph zone about 10 feet after I got flashed). I'll never be able to become prime minister now.

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