On the flip side, this morning on the way to work the pack of cars I was in passed a cop with a speed clocker. We were all trucking at about 80 mph (we’re in NASCAR country, you may recall) and I was the ONLY ONE that slowed down the slightest bit when the cop was spotted as we came around the corner. Everyone else maintained their speed. And what’s even crazier – the cop didn’t pull ANY of us over. What does a person have to drive around here to get a ticket? 100 mph?
Denis said last night that I’ve officially become a Southerner. His reason? I pronounced the word “install” as IN-stall instead of in-STALL. I didn’t even realize I had done it, but he called me on it. Very funny.
My last bit of minutiae from NC – for a bunch of secretaries, the ladies in my office drive some nice cars. One drives a brand new Cadillac. Another drives a Mercedes. And yet another has a convertible BMW. All of the attorneys have SUVs of the giant size (I’ll have to take a picture sometime of all of them parked in a row like it’s a used car lot). And then here’s me truckin’ along in my li’l old bargain basement Hyundai. Only ONE person drives a beat up old car – that’s our latest associate, who I believe drives a 20-year-old Chevy Chevette. And I’m sure once he gets a few paychecks under his belt that’ll change too.
