Especially in a 35 mile per hour zone.
But that’s what the state trooper said when he stopped me. I swear I was going 45 tops, but I could have been wrong. Hey, I was driving back from Philly to Etown in a haze of illness, so I could have not noticed my speed. He said his radar clocked me at 59 and then he followed me for a half mile to make sure.
Luckily, the trooper just told me to slow it down. Someone must be smiling down on me.
You know, every time my sister comes up to visit, I tend to have an interaction with the police. Not that I’m saying there’s a connection, but–hm.
[updated–corrected hasty typos after reading helpful comment. 🙂 ]