Good Prom, Unhappy Ending

I have been remembering a good deal of stuff from high school.  You would think that if any event would be indelibly etched into your memory it would be the senior prom.  For the life of me I don’t remember very much about my senior prom.  I don’t remember who I took.  I do remember that I wore a white sport coat and was given a boutonniere for the pocket.  Which means I must have given my date, whoever she was, a corsage.  That is what you did.  I drove.  I do remember that.  The expectation was that I would pull an all-nighter.  I would stay out all night and drive home when the sun was coming up.  I am sure there was a lot of dancing at the Prom.  Moving forward to the end, I was driving home as the sun was coming up on 2nd street which was a one way going West.  The other one way was 1st and that went East.  Are you still awake?  This actually reminds me of how my two daughters react to stories like this one.  They remind me of Planes, Trains and Automobiles when Steve Martin says to John Candy that it helps to have a story with a point… it makes it much more interesting for the listener.  I think my daughters call me on it too early sometimes… I know that eventually I will get to the point of the story.  Having said that, the point of this story, is that I was pulled over for speeding that morning.  How could they do that to me.  I was coming home from my senior prom.  Appreciating the sun coming up and wondering what this glorious day would hold.  The police officer/crime fighter was completing a ticket that said I was going 37 miles an hour in a 30 mile an hour zone.  The first ticket I had ever received and decades would pass before I received another one.  To this day I am wondering why, when he saw who I was, and that I was wearing a white sport coat and a flower in the pocket and knowing that I was coming home from my senior prom would have given me a warning.  No way.  You broke the law and you deserve to be cited.  It wouldn’t be right to let me go.  What would that lead to.  It would be the first crime in a life of crime.  I wonder what my mug shot would look like… both the front and side view.  Would I have to hold the number so it would show up in the photo? To add to the indignity would it show a grid that proved I was only 67 inches tall.  My potential life of crime that this officer envisioned never really materialized.  What a crappy ending to my senior prom.  I hope you remember who you took and that yours ended on a higher note.