A Full Life, Part 2Posted: September 28, 2007
So I told you about my grandmother in yesterday’s post. Well, here’s another story I had to share. I just learned the full version of this. It’s classic.
I mentioned that my grandmother had a ’67 Mustang. And that she drove it. Well, I knew she had been stopped a couple of times, but had always gotten out of it.
Or so I thought.
Turns out one time, when leaving our house and driving back to Hartford, she was stopped for speeding. Apparently fast enough that she lost her license for a month.
She worked for the Hartford school system and was basically the superintendent’s right hand. She called and said she wouldn’t be in for a month. He said, “But, Margaret, I can pick you up and drop you off each day.”
“If I can’t drive my own car, I won’t be driving in anyone else’s.”
But, believe it or not, it gets better.
Turns out this speeding situation was the reason why my grandmother kept a couple of bottles of the liquor in the car.
She got stopped again going home from our house to hers.
No ticket this time for her.
Just a bottle of scotch for the officer.
What else? I got nothin’.