Things could be worse

I was having a terrible week. It reminded me of my favorite movie, “My Cousin Vinny,” when a Nashville cop pulled me over and gave me a speeding ticket for—get this one—doing 45 in a 35 mph zone. And adding insult to injury, he nailed me just one block from my new home. To make matters even worse, I must now take a boring, four-hour driver’s safety course!