I used to fly around town, well as close to flying as you can get in a Honda Accord, but for me it was the life. The car was able to zip in and out of traffic with ease. Heck, it got around so good that I used to pretend that I was a race car driver. Well, that was until the cops helped me figure out that I was not going to win the race.
They decided to pull me over because I had my little Accord zipping down the main street in my hometown. Normally I would not be upset by this, because everyone gets a ticket at some point in time. I mean seriously how often can you go a hundred miles an hour and avoid all the cops. The downside is the ticket was high enough that it put points on my license! Talk about feeling terrible, I knew this was going to jack up my insurance rates. Heck, I was so nervous to tell my insurance company that I tried to figure out what kind of story to make up to try to get them to feel pity for me.
The downside is the story that I came up with was the one telling about how my sick gr andmother with terminal cancer had just been diagnosed with HIV and I was rushing to the hospital to make sure she had paid for her life insurance premium. The insurance agent started to buy the story until I started to laugh while telling it to him. After I started to laugh, all I could here was the upsetting tone of his voice while he told me what my new insurance premium was going to be for my vehicle each month for the next two years.
