The first ticket I ever got was going 72 in a 55. Yikes. It was an old man, at least 70, I swear. And, I was hysterical, it was late and I was really tired and emotional already. So, I was crying. Not the pretty kind, like trying to be cute and get out of the ticket, but, like snotty, red eyes, red nose, boo hoo crying. Ha ha. It was bad. Then, just about a month ago, I got pulled over for going 82 in a 55. I thought I would die. But, I'd been given advice from a cop that I should never try to get out of a ticket by being cute or flirting or showing boob or leg or anything. which I've never done, and, I don't think I could pull it off if I tried anyway. But, I took his advice into consideration when the cop pulled me over. First I knew I was going almost 30 over. I also knew my registration was expired. I also knew the license I had on me was not the right last name or address. I also knew that I had a warrant in Port Isabel, TX for speeding in March (it's down near South Padre), but, I didn't think it would show up when he ran my license, but, I wasn't for sure. But, instead of freaking out, I simply acted like I could care less. I had my license and insurance hanging out the window when he came up. He asked "do you know why I pulled you over?" I said "Yeah, cuz I was going over 80 mph in a 55 mph zone, and, my registration is expired." He was floored that I admitted to everything, it was such a "Liar, Liar" moment, I loved it. But, he ended up only giving me the ticket for the registration. Thank goodness! There's more to the story, but, I have already talked too much.