We Don’t Have Points, Either

Just returned from a quick trip down to Missouri, where we went to see one of my sister’s former teammates have one of her final games as a senior. (Nicely done, Emily.)

Because we set off at the ungodly hour of 9:30, I didn’t assist with the driving until just before we reached the Missouri border. Barely an hour into my shift, I was pulled over by a Missouri trooper for going 19 over the posted speed limit. The trooper was really quite pleasant as he wrote out the ticket — for the full amount.

Not 7 hours later, I repeated the process, this time for 17 mph over, and with an Iowa trooper. Due to separate systems, the second officer clearly had no idea that another state’s citation rested at my feet. He knocked it down to 10 over, which he helpfully explained was just below the break for a higher fine.

Needless to say, I’m not planning any trips to Illinois, Minnesota, or Nebraska any time soon.

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