They find me everywhere

You know, I just can`t shake them. A few weeks ago I got a ticket for going through what they said was a red but I am sure was a yellow light. Someone told me that when they wave you over to give you a ticket, they literally jump in front of your vehicle to stop you, that if you act like you can`t understand a word they say, sometimes they will let you go. Well I am here to say, it isn’t true and I`m really considering my friendship with those who told me this. After a few minutes of charades’, the police officer jumped in my car and directed me to the local station. Being here only a few weeks and literally knowing very little Spanish, I telephoned the only 2 people I knew who could maybe help me out. One said he didn`t want to risk misunderstanding the conversation on the phone because he felt his language skills weren`t up to par for the challenge. I appreciated that since I really didn`t want to get into more trouble than I might already be. Now thankfully, my good friend Dr. Bob was in his office and listened to my story and the instructions from the officer. The good doctor told me I had exactly 30 minutes to get to City Hall and pay the ticket or they would impound my car till the following day when I could pay the fine. This left me with a dilemma since I wasn`t allowed to drive my car to City Hall to pay for my traffic sin. On to the back of a `motto concho` (a motorcycle taxi) I go and off to the Hall. As we sped through the traffic at break neck and hair raising speed, I had the opportunity to revisit my previous years of life as they flashed before my eyes! After getting to City Hall through the back door, I paid for my crime, said a prayer of ``Thanks`` and got back on the `motto concho` to review my life all over again. Through the traffic once more and back at the station we arrived, showing them the receipt of payment and gladly got behind the steering wheel of my own car. This little ordeal from start to finish may have been less than seventy five minutes long but will certainly last with me for a life time. The moral of the story, ``Ignorance may be bliss” but it can sure help to revisit the past.