I got a suspicious piece of mail today, not the anthrax kind, the picture police kind.
It was addressed to me, but my name is who the Jeep is registered to. I came in and sat on the couch. I said, "Tre who do you think got a ticket, me or Papa?"
He instantly replied, "You!"
He was right.
Yup, that's me running a red light.
But I am going to try and fight it, doesn't it look as if I was turning, and you are allowed to turn right on red! I do not remember this incident at all, but it's definitely me.
David finds this very funny, n fact he has framed the "ticket" in our kitchen.