So, picking up on Peter's theme to some extent, I was driving with my wife and son through the center of WI on my way to my wife's sister's lake cabin. We were meandering through a bunch of corn fields and whatnot because my brother in law had directed us to take the "short cut".
In general, WI is big on speeding enforcement, and they are particularly attentive to the revenue opportunities associated with speeders from other states. As the sun was setting and the short cut through the endless corn fields seemed to be taking forever, my speed crept up.
Suddenly, out of nowhere I hear a siren and see flashing lights behind me. And, my wife goes off -- HE IS TARGETING US BECAUSE WE HAVE VIRGINIA LICENSE PLATES, THIS IS NOT FAIR, ITS JUST A MONEY GRAB. I'M GOING TO GIVE HIM A PIECE OF MY MIND...
So, as the officer approaches my window, I'm sitting there thinking my wife is going to get me thrown in jail. PLEASE honey, darling, let me speak to him.
So, I give the officer my license and he begins asking questions "do you know how fast you were going?" Trying with all my might to sound calm, I reply "I'm not exactly sure, we are trying to get to Little Cedar Lake and my crazy brother in law gave me this short cut but I'm not sure I am still going the right way."
I'll be back, the officer says.
I look to my right, and steam is pouring from my wife's ears. Please honey, just let me talk to the guy. Maybe he'll let me off with a warning or something.
The officer returns, and shines his light on my son in his car seat in the back. As it happens, Alex was wearing his Brett Favre jersey, so the officer asks him "who is the best team in the NFL?"
Alex, in a tone reeking with contempt, spits back at the officer "the GREEN BAY PACKERS!" Uh oh.
Think calm, picture the sunrise on the lake...
The officer hands me my license and says: "Slow down a little bit."