On the First Day

When Drew returned from work this afternoon, I asked him, "How's the zippy little car?"

Drew: I got pulled over for speeding. Forty-one in a twenty-five.
Me: Really? Where? [snickering, just a very little]
Drew: On Pryor (which is this obscure back road that within the last year started connecting over the interstate; the speed limit sign, which says 25mph, is usually concealed by a tree branch). 

The cop also wanted to write Drew up for expired tags, but of course he only just bought the car yesterday – turns out the cop thought it was already the end of May. So Drew got off with a warning. As it happens, he was only stopping at home to get the paperwork to renew the Sienna's tags and get proper plates for the new troublemaker.