The Friday Confessions are getting more difficult for me.
The sad reality is that almost every misstep of mine has been well chronicled. I would be a miserable criminal, because were I to successfully rob a bank, I’d feel compelled to show you how.
Which brings me to my confession.
In my Junior year of college there was an impromptu road trip to Vegas. From Colorado.
Sadly, we’d decided to drive to Vegas the weekend before final exams. (Yes, I know…) Since my major was in the sciences I was mostly free and clear because our labs were project based. There was this one tough final, Abstract Mathematics.
As I was driving north on I-25 through Trinindad, CO we saw sirens. The officer pulled us over and gave me a ticket at an estimated 125 miles an hour. I was ridiculously polite and grateful that he opted against impounding the car, but I did ask him please to hurry so I could get to the Math Final on time.
Maybe not so smart?
When the summons arrived in the mail, I realized that they were going to try and suspend my drivers license. I could have called my father, who was still doing some criminal defense work at the time. But then he might get a little mad at me for playing blackjack instead of studying. Actually, maybe he’d be furious.
So I did what any lawyer’s kid would do. I called his only friend in the region and hired him. Why? Two reasons; I knew he’d defend me well and if I was his client then he couldn’t tell my Dad that I was busy being an ass and driving all around the country just to count a few cards in downtown Vegas.
The good news was that I’d won quite a bit that year, and I was able to pay my attorney. I kept my licence and my good driving record. I think there was divine intervention, because all these years later, it still makes no sense.
The bad news? My lawyer thought it was funny that I’d sassed the cop and gotten away with it. He told my Dad and then was all, “oh she didn’t tell you?”
Ugh, like I was gonna sue him for malpractice?