Passport Saga...

... continued!

So, Sylvia rushed my passport to the Airport. Time's of the essence. She drives her sleek Miata and is, well, in a rush! With the airport in sight a police car facing her, turned on the lights, and motioned her to stop. (There's never police on that road.)

Did I say that Sylvia was in a hurry, on a mission?

She slowed down, rolled down her window and yelled at the officer across the street "This is an emergency, I am going to the airport, follow me, I can't stop!" With gritted teeth she drove at speed limit to the airport, followed by the cruiser and got out of the car. The officer tried to stop her again, asking her for her driver's license. Sylvia said "I'll show you my license when I get back", ran into the terminal, found the CMA crew waiting for her and gave them the envelope. The crew wanted to help her with the police, but were scheduled to leave. Some other people overheard and trailed her back to the car to show support.

When Sylvia got back to her car she finally explained to the officer what had happened. She did a great job of it, because the officer reduced the ticket to an amount that I can manage. You didn't think I would leave my quick-witted friend hanging, did you?