That's the Ticket

Remember that feeling of the last day of school? The anticipation was exhilarating. Well not so much as a parent let me tell you. My son got his car back after school on the last day after being grounded for three weeks. I sorta got sucked into remembering the last day feeling. The "kids" all wanted to do something together that night. Soooo, he and a bunch of his buddies went to the Drive-In. I love the Drive-in, I remember stuffing people in the trunk, warm summer nights, and Drive-in junk food. Any way, it's all good right. I told him he could stay out past curfew (stupid) since the movies always run past twelve. Still, so far so good. He drops his buddies off, still doing ok, right.

He's about a half-mile from our house which is sorta country-in-the-city and there's a stop light where he has to turn LEFT. K, no problem. It's 1:45 a.m., he looks right, he looks left, looks right again, left again. No traffic AT ALL. Says to himself, I'm tired dog, I'm just gonna turn. He turns. Yep, he did. Next thing he knows, sirens goin off and bam, BAM, he gets pulled over. Gets a ticket for running a red light.

Whooo hooo, we git to go to Juvie. We git to go to Juvie. Sing along with me now.

Little mother f'er. And believe me, he's paying the ticket, which we won't know how much it is until Judge Juvie (heee heee) tells us. Anywhere from $5 to $250. Dadgum teenagers.