Why Nascar do you ask? Let me begin by saying that we are having Stake Conference this weekend. For you non-Mormons out there, this simply means a church service held with multiple wards (congregations) in attendance. These occur twice per year. Tonight there was an adult session from 7-9pm.
Owen went to sleep like a good little guy at 6, so I entrusted his care, and that of his 2 next oldest sisters with Taylor. Of course, Jerry had to attend an earlier meeting, so I drove myself. It was a wonderful meeting, very thought provoking and our stake president gave us a marriage quiz of sorts to take at home. I am very much looking forward to the discussions Jerry and I will have based on these simple questions.
After the meeting ended, we did the stand around and chat routine. Then Taylor called. I assumed Owen was in some distress or was causing Taylor some distress, so I ran to the Batmobile and pratically peeled out of the church parking lot, probably leaving the Mission President and Temple President in my dust.
You would think that a deer sighting on my way home would have caused me to slow down, but no. Alas, when I pulled up to the stoplight and noticed flashing red and blue lights in my rearview and the fact that they weren't passing me, I figured I had been speeding. My first traffic ticket/violation EVER!
The officer took little pity on me with my "My baby needs me" speech nor did my "I'm on the way home from church" bit work any magic either. He did only write me up for going 10 miles over the speed limit when I was pretty close to 20 mph over. Oops!
I knew I was a sitting duck at this intersection as all the people returning home from a spiritually uplifting meeting would look upon this poor soul in the smoke gray Nissan Quest... Hey, doesn't Sister Kilgore drive a smoke gray Nissan Quest? I had my head buried in my hands (though the tears would not come) and heard another familiar voice say, "Could I see you license and registration, M'am? Jerry. Great! He, of course, thought the whole scene was just a riot.
We've been arguing ever since returning home (and I would like to take a poll, so please voice your opinions here) as to which is worse... A) his totalling his truck in a rain storm when he rear ended another truck and being cited for failure to maintain control of the vehicle OR B) my speeding 19 mph over the speed limit AND backing into a parked truck resulting in $500 in damage to our van(a completely separate incident).
The kicker... Taylor called to see when we'd be home. Owen never had woken up.
The real silver lining... I have to speak at Stake Conference tomorrow morning, and now I have a funny ice breaker story to tell. Yea me!
4 comments:
My vote is for Sara!! We moms stick together, sorry Jerry! Glad to hear everyone is alright, including Jerry after his accident.
DEB'S OPINION:
Well, backing-up incidents definitely do not count. I know this from personal experience. You can't be held accountable when someone places their car right smack in your backward path -- even if it's your husband's car and your own driveway.
So that leaves you compairing totaling a car while not maintaining control of the vehicle versus driving 19 miles over the speed limit to save your baby.
You win, hands down.
MATT'S OPINION:
I think Sara's citation is worse.
A) She was speeding in a neighborhood under clear driving conditions;
B) You failed to mention the "alfredo sauce" and the "volvo into the garage door" incidents; and,
C) You drive like our father. Enough said.
Jerry, on the other hand,
A) Was able to use his quick reflexes to avoid further property and bodily damage while driving to work under adverse conditions to provide for his family;
B) He sacrificed his own truck in the name of safety; and,
C) He had just moved to Iowa and was confused by the straight, flat roads devoid of commuters.
In response to Matt's negative ad:
A) It was dark and the speed limit sign was NOT clearly marked
B) The alfredo sauce caused no harm (unless you count offensive smell)AND the Volvo would not have been the same without it's battle scars (including your getting it stuck in a cornfield in Palmyra)
C) I do not drive like dad.
I'm not sure which is more entertaining: the Sara-Jerry argument or the Sara-Matt argument! I think I need to know more about "alfredo sauce", "volvo vs. garage door" and "volvo vs. Palmyra cornfield" in order to properly make my decision... We must be informed voters, you know!
Oh, and BTW - "Sister Kilgore" is my MOM. You're just Sara, that cute girl my brother was smart enough to marry. You can't possibly be old enough to be "Sister Kilgore!"
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