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| The expression on my face describes how I felt. |
A few weeks ago, I was driving on interstate 66, on my way to work. This particular interstate has a reputation for having really bad traffic. On this particular morning, I woke up late and missed the 5:45 train that I usually take. So, to avoid the wrath of the director of the office in which I work, I decided to drive into the nearest Metro Station. (This is the subway for Virginia). During my commute to the metro station, I begin to pray and completely lost track of where I was. I totally missed my exit. This would be fine except for the fact that traffic really picks up after this exit and it is hard to turn around. So, I freaked out for a moment and then realized that I still had time to just drive to work. I would just have to pay the $14 for parking. Well, as I'm driving, I notice a sign for another metro station. I decide that instead of paying $14 for parking that I would rather still just ride the metro.
So, I get off at the exit. As soon as I took the exit, I see a police officer pointing a flashlight at me. I slowed down, perplexed, and looked at him like he was crazy. I know I wasn't speeding. What in the world is he stopping me for? I roll down my window and he tells me that I'm being pulled over for an HOV violation. I was so confused. Apparently, the ENTIRE exit was HOV only. ARE YOU SERIOUS?


