SPEEDING TICKETS AND DOUGHNUTS
by Jessecka
Imagine my surprise this week when while flying through space, talking on my comm unit, jamming to the Hamsters, and painting my toenails, I get stopped by... the POLICE! For speeding!! Please, you have got to be kidding. I know to look out for those sleazy customs agents in Sol, with their "I need to check your cargo ma'am... and is this your phone number?" kinda scam. But really, this was in private space... a different system than Sol all together. After I accepted my ticket, while exchanging winks with the officer - a lot of good that did me since I still got the ticket - I decided to check into this. It seems one overly eager PO, possibly tired of speeders zooming through his space on their way to my planet, Dryad, decided to put a police station in space. The very thought! I mean, if you can't speed in private space, just where are you going to speed, the Arena?
Never fear though, some clever-minded business man or women saw a clear opportunity, and erected a Doughnut shop just inside the system. Now when I fly through, I see all the officers at the doughnut shop, having coffee and eating jelly filled pasties. Even as I pass by, Hamsters blaring, exceeding the speed limit by a good bit, my toes a gleaming shade of red and tossing a soda can at the sign as I go by, they still won't leave their cream puff heaven. Guess the PO isn't paying them enough!
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