SAPD

We are headed south on 1604, cruising along with all the other vehicles on a leisurely Sunday morning. Coming up over the hill, I see a police car parked in the grass off the shoulder. Instinctively, traffic slows. There are 3 cars in front of me, but none behind. That is, until the cop pulls out and turns on his lights. I slow down and turn into a parking lot while asking J, "What's the speed limit? He's gonna ask me." We think it's 70. My license and insurance are in my hand by the time Mr. Police Officer gets to my window.
He isn't much for small talk.
"Hello."
"Do you know what the speed limit is?"
"70?"
"No, it's 55. You were going 70. Do you have your license and insurance?"
I hand it over and he starts to walk away from the car. As an afterthought, he spins back around and barks "Stay in the car."
Several minutes pass, and I am painfully aware that he is back there writing me a ticket without even giving me a chance to explain that I am a good person, just on my way home from church with my husband. Oh well, it probably wouldn't make a difference to him.
Suddenly, he is at the window again, telling me to sign by the X.
"You're not admitting guilt, just agreeing to appear in court on the 17th."
"I have to go to court?"
"You don't have to." He sneers. "It's up to you how you wanna handle it."
"Oh, uh, okay." I stutter as I sign by the X.
He tears off my copy and hands back my documents adding "Slow it down, Ms. Myers."
"Yes, sir. Thank you."

Apparently I don't get tickets often enough to know that just because I agree to go to court does NOT mean I have to actually go to court.
I think I will go to traffic school instead.