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While visiting my sister in San Diego, I drove to pick up a pizza. On the way back, I was looking out over the city, noticing the Smog, one of the first times I really saw Smog. Cop, who I saw on the way out, pulls me over for speeding.
I handed him my New York License and said "I'm sorry, I was looking at the Smog".
"When did you move to California?"
"I'm just visiting my sister for her wedding"
"Do you want to leave California with a Ticket son!?! See that thing in the middle of the dash? It's a speedometer son! Look at it once in a while!"
And he let me go...
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James
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the engineer adjusts the sails.- William Arthur Ward (1921-1994)
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Last edited by red-beard; 06-17-2017 at 05:47 AM..
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