Menace to society

I’ve been a bit lawless recently.

I got a letter last week containing a $145 fine for driving at 57km per hour in a 50 zone.

Ooops.

The 50 zone is a major thoroughfare that lulls you into a false sense of 60 zone security. It’s very easy to forget and gently accelerate. I must be more vigilant in the future.

Then, early on Saturday morning, I looked in my rear vision mirror and saw a police car’s lights flashing at me.

Eeeek!

I’m a bit rusty on my police etiquette, so I pulled over, jumped out of the car and cheerily asked what I’d done wrong.

The policeman totally lost it at me.

He yelled: “Ma’am, get BACK in the car! I’m putting my body cam on NOW!”

Oh! Of course! Sorry!

Putting his body cam on??! I must have looked VERY dangerous.

Anyways, after I scurried back into the car so he could stand over me, he said I had turned right on a red arrow.

I politely said I was pretty sure it was a yellow arrow. He said turning right on a yellow arrow was also a crime.

I politely said I was honestly not aware of that, but would be sure to remember it in the future.

Then I got alcohol AND drug tested (because you’d have to be on something to turn right on a yellow arrow) and prepared myself for a nasty fine … especially after he looked me up in the data base and saw I was a 57-in-a-50-zone offender. But he let me off with a warning.

Thank you, officer!

We both drove away and pulled up together at the next yellow light, where the person in front of us most definitely DID turn right on a red arrow.

And what did the policeman do about it? NOTHING.

FFS.

Among other stressful things that have happened since I last blogged … I may have bought a studio apartment in Melbourne for the eldest to live in.

They’re practically giving away studio apartments down there … exaggeration … but the mortgage is less than rent and around the same amount as the one I got for my first place in Sydney waaaaay back when I was 25.

I’m hoping to sign the contract this morning, but I’m not counting on anything until that happens. This isn’t my first property rodeo and I’ve been gazumped in the past.

Between being in trouble with the law, my dad been very crook, maybe buying an apartment, my garage flooding due to the wettest August on record, and stressing out over a major work project, my nerves have been completely shot and sleep has been a battle.

So I was a bit wrecked and emotional over the weekend.

DD, bless him, checked the tides and told me to meet him at Long Reef for a headland walk on Sunday afternoon. Headland walks at low tide were my favourite pandemic activity when we were only allowed outside for exercise.

We clambered over rocks, slipped on slime and got splashed by a couple of waves, but generally had a lovely amble that concluded with a happy hour cocktail at Corretto’s at Dee Why. Mine was called a Purple Haze …