A life lesson. From me to you.

Last night we went to three Target stores looking for the second season of Grey’s Anatomy. We finally got home after ten and promptly sat down and watched three episodes. I love this show. We only have twenty-four more episodes get through before next Tuesday’s premiere!

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A few weeks ago David and I were on the San Mateo Bridge heading towards Half Moon Bay. He played hookey from work and I hadn’t fallen and messed up one foot and one ankle on separate legs as of yet, so we were going to spend the afternoon walking on the beach. I brought my knitting, as I am wont to do if we’re going to drive for more than five or ten minutes. So we’re on the bridge passing cars left and right and I’m knitting away. I can’t remember the particulars of what we were discussing, but it was passionate discussion. Actually, I think it was Hamas.

Anyway, I look out the window and there is a motorcycle cop looking at us sort of incredulously. I glance over at the speedometer and see that David really speeding. On the bridge. There is no speeding on the bridge. “Honey, you need to slow down.” He continues on about Hamas – without taking his foot off the gas. I look over and the cop had fallen behind us and came back up, made eye contact with me – and my knitting, and mouthed “Slow down. Now.” So I looked over at David again and tell him “Dude, you really need to slow down and it’s not just me, it’s the cop next to us telling you to slow down.” No slowing down. So I raise my voice. Then he tells me he didn’t see the cop so how was he to know? Um, how about because I told you?

He then went on to say that the cop should have something better to do than slow us down because we are obviously not punks. Heck, I was knitting!

I point out the speed limit and that he was blatantly violating it.

The highway patrol should be looking for bad people, not middle-aged speeders in Muranos.

Yes, ok, Honey.

The moral of the story? If you’re speeding, you’d better have a knitter in the car.

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Now I must go work on a design for which I have a ton of inspiration and yet absolutely nothing is coming together as it should. Why? Because today I am a talent-less hack. A talent-less hack with a glass of milk and a glazed doughnut, but a talent-less hack nonetheless.