I had a bit of a tizzy trying to find that darn registration. But the platinum card...no problem at all. I whipped open my billfold and slid that sucker out in one smooth move.
It did garner a laugh from the patrol officer, which was all I needed to begin spinning my woeful tale about honestly not seeing the speed limit sign! and oh, no I was not speeding on purpose, sir!
After he came back to my car to announce he was only giving me a warning and to watch myself because next time I would not be so lucky, he laughed again.
You just don't strike me as someone who would listen to AC/DC, he snickered.
In my haste I had forgotten to turn off my music.
Guess you never can tell. Can't judge a book by its cover, I replied.
But I was thinking: Watch it with the snickering, Mister. I may have to don my leather and pull out the nunchucks and chains. Don't mess with the Suburban Speeder. I let you off easy this time, but next time you might not be so lucky.
Back in Black isn't just the new fall wardrobe theme at Sak's.
Rock on everyone.
Just keep your pedal separate from your metal (or should I say platinum?).