LIFE? IN THE FAST LANE


Aaa-Aaa-Aaa. I could hear the Texas police sirens wailing.My mother pulled over and a cop said to her, "Lady, do you know you are driving in the HOV lane—the high occupancy vehicle lane--alone, without a passenger?"

 

I tried to get Mom's attention. I kicked and rolled over and acted up and did everything I could from inside. Finally, and to my relief I heard her say, "But officer I'm not alone.  My child is here"—and rubbing her belly, added—"She's right here, with me."

 

The cop wrote a ticket anyway.

 

Mom appealed, and the ticket was dismissed. Whew. We escaped the $215 fine, hopefully to repurpose to me for toys.

 

But then Mom got cocky and reckless, and again got a ticket for the same so-called offense in the very same HOV lane. Again she appealed the ticket and another judge will soon decide: Was I a person when Mom got ticket number 2?

 

And what about the women in Texas? What are they thinking? Are they rooting for the right to drive in the HOV lanes when pregnant?  Or what?

 

One person? Or what?

  

EPILOGUE

 

I finally got born. I even got a social security number to prove it. So there.

The judge dismissed Mom's 2nd ticket which means that my Mom, who I'm pissed to say, is pregnant again, can legally ride alone in the HOV lane. As for me, I totally hate traffic, and when I'm 15, and I get my license, I know what I'll do to drive the HOV.

 

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