Just when you think you are the most unlucky person in the world, fate throws you a bone. Thank you very much Mr.Georgia State Trooper! You could have potentially put me in the jail last night for my violations. Not only was I speeding, but I was driving a vehicle with illegal tags, and a non-updated driver's license. I acted so suspicious standing behind my car, you would have thought I was hiding a body in my trunk. When your blue lights started flashing behind me, I conceded to the fact that I was about to spend the night with a guy named Bubba, discussing the finer points of criminal law. I'm not sure why you let me go. Maybe you felt sorry for me because I was clearly showing signs of Parkinson's disease. It's possible you thought I had a learning disability because between my nervous stutters, I couldn't articulate exactly where I lived, or who's car I was driving. For what ever reason you decided to not ruin my night, I greatly appreciate it. Consider your (three) warnings heeded...