wdw4us2
<font color=blue>Not only a DIS Vet, but a 33 year
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Ahhh, the memories . . .
I was 17 years old and on my way to a HS basketball game with my younger brother and a friend of mine. I was going 45 in a 35 mph zone.
Here's the best part: It was spirit week at our school and it was '50s night. So, we were all dressed appropriately. My brother looked like the Fonz, my friend wore a 1950's cheerleader uniform and I was wearing rolled up jeans, one of my Dad's Oxford shirts and had my hair in a ponytail while wearing bright red lipstick.
The cop looked in the window, smiled and said, "Going to the basketball game?" I wanted to die!
He let us off with a warning. It was a much smaller town back then. I told my brother that if he told our parents I'd never give him a ride again. They never found out!
I was 17 years old and on my way to a HS basketball game with my younger brother and a friend of mine. I was going 45 in a 35 mph zone.
Here's the best part: It was spirit week at our school and it was '50s night. So, we were all dressed appropriately. My brother looked like the Fonz, my friend wore a 1950's cheerleader uniform and I was wearing rolled up jeans, one of my Dad's Oxford shirts and had my hair in a ponytail while wearing bright red lipstick.
The cop looked in the window, smiled and said, "Going to the basketball game?" I wanted to die!
He let us off with a warning. It was a much smaller town back then. I told my brother that if he told our parents I'd never give him a ride again. They never found out!
Apparently that night at the police office there were plenty of laughs at my expense... thankfully I just got a warning! 
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