What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

The Teacher and the Ticket April 25, 2015

Hello again! This is Christopher Russell posting for Megan today. She’s not feeling well and hasn’t been for a couple of days, so I’m letting her sleep in while I take over once again.

In high school, I spent almost all of my free time with two teachers: my choir director and my theatre director. I was constantly in plays or getting ready to perform some concert either with my regular choir or with the show choir (and I wonder why my mom thought I might be gay). Anyway, some of my best memories stem from those relationships. As do some of the best stories I have. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance to witness this event first hand, but I think you’ll enjoy it all the same.

My choir director, who we’ll call Mrs. E, and her daughter were driving back from a rodeo. (I grew up in Tennessee, and her family was really into everything to do with horses.) They were singing along with the radio, which was cranked up about as high as it could go, and eating ice cream. When Mrs. E came to a stop sign, she did a bit of a rolling stop, not quite coming completely to rest before pressing on the gas again.

She and her daughter continued on this way for a while until Mrs. E looked up into her rear view mirror and noticed flashing lights. She had no idea even how long she had been followed by the officer but pulled over obligingly.

The officer waddled out of his car and over to her window. She rolled it down, all the while giving her most winning smile.

“Ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?” The officer asked.

“No, sir,” she politely replied.

“Well, you’re supposed to come to a complete stop at a stop sign, ma’am.”

“I’m sorry sir, you’re absolutely correct, and I didn’t realize that I hadn’t.”

After this, the officer wrote something on a little pad of paper and then handed to Mrs. E. She took it, and all appearances of politeness washing away said, “Two-hundred dollars?! Is that your quota for the day? Can you go have your donut now?!”

I have since been pulled over five times while driving, usually for things like licence plate lights being out, but I’ve never been ticketed. Thanks for the lesson in how not to talk to a police officer, Mrs. E!


My Car is a TARDIS April 19, 2014

Filed under: Tales of Humanity's Imperfections — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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My car is a TARDIS. For those of you who aren’t Doctor Who fans, please follow this link and then come back to read the rest of the blog. For those of you who know that “Are you my mummy?” is never a good question and that bowties are cool, I am serious.

My car Pam has been with my husband and me since we left college. She has over 220,000 miles on her. She has been with us across the country and through thick and thin. We have had our troubles, and she has had her breakdowns. And now as we prepare ourselves to say goodbye to Pam, I have realized that she has this amazing BBC worthy ability. (more…)


Twas the Night Before Christmas: An Ode to Our Car Pam December 23, 2013

Filed under: Hi-Ho the Glamorous Life — meganorussell @ 8:34 pm
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Twas the night before Christmas, five hours yet to drive.
Our car, despite all odds, might make it alive.
The oil and coolant had been changed with great care
The one-year-old tires filled newly with air.