Giving it Away

On a long drive from Virginia, I thought I was driving at a reasonable speed. But the flashing blue lights in my rearview mirror made me realize that I’d been over the limit.

I handed the officer my license and made small talk while my wife dug through the glove compartment for the registration. "I am usually very careful about my speed," I told him as my wife handed me the paperwork.

The officer studied it and then gave it back. "Sir," he said gruffly, "this is not your registration." It was a warning ticket I had gotten for speeding in South Carolina.