Sally in the Zen

Confessions of a Befuddled Zen Buddhist

Busted Again!

So we’re driving through the same stretch of Interstate 695 where Zen Master got busted for speeding through an ASE construction zone in August.  It’s still under construction and still enforced with speed cameras. 

Every time we pass this area, we’re especially mindful of our speed, having learned our lesson. 

This time I was driving us home and Zen Mum piped up from the backseat, “Make sure you slow down.  You don’t want another ticket.”

I snickered as I looked at Zen Master, who was in the passenger seat.  “I’m not the one who was speeding that last time.”

Zen Master ignored me.

I continued, “And I’m not the one who got that ticket either.”

“He got it twice.”  Zen Mum said.

I looked at her in my rear view mirror.  “No, he didn’t.  It was that one time.  We got only one ticket in the mail.”

“Uh uh.”  She shook her head.  “He got two tickets.  Another one came a week or two after the first ticket.”

I looked at Zen Master in surprise.  “You got busted again?”

He slouched down in his seat.  “I told you not to tell her!  Why did you go and tell her?”

“YOU DID WHAT?”  I howled with laughter.  “You were hiding this from me?”

Zen Mum just shrugged her shoulders.  “He said not to tell you about the second ticket because you were going to laugh at him.  He said that you would make fun of him.”

And you know what?


In the end, after my laughing fit, Zen Master demanded that I make him banana bread so he can drown his sorrows in it.

I was more than happy to.

Because it was certainly worth it.

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