The reason why I got my first speeding ticket going 35 mph in a 25 mph zone was not due to racial profiling, car profiling, or any other type of profiling one likes to conjure up when one gets caught. I got snagged because I was in a hurry to be on time for my doubles match at 6:30pm. I absolutely hate making others wait for me. It’s disrespectful.
If I didn’t care about being 10 minutes late, I wouldn’t have gone 10 miles over the speed limit. I would have taken my sweet sugar time. Maybe I would have pulled over to take some pictures of people’s flower gardens as every other car whizzed by me going at least 35 mph. I’m not bitter, no sir, no ma’am. I mean, of course I was speeding even though it’s impossible to move faster than a pregnant turtle during rush hour traffic in San Francisco.
I’ve accepted the fact that because I gave a crap about people’s time, I broke the law.