Scene I, Act I: A black unmarked police cruiser pulls behind a white Toyota Prius and a tall handsome man with a white shirt approaches the driver.
Woman: Officer, I don't know why you've pulled me over.
Man: Do you have speed limits in California?
Woman: Oh, yes. Jeez. I live in Massachusetts. This is a rental car.
Man: I've been following you for two miles. You were going 45 miles an hour in a 25 mile zone, 58 miles in a 45 mile zone, and just now 67 miles an hour. What's going on?
Woman: Gee Officer, I'm sorry. I was oblivious.
Man: What's going on?
Woman: We're lost and we were busy arguing about whether to use Mapquest or our GPS.
Man, grinning: Are you friends? What's going on?
Woman: Yes, we're friends. We're just mad at eachother right now.
Man: Where are you headed?
Woman: To the West Rim of the Grand Canyon.
Man: Let me have your license and registration please.
Act I, Scene 2 The man returns to his car for several minutes and approaches the woman, handing back her papers.
Man: You're going in the right direction for the Grand Canyon. Slow down. I'm just giving you a warning because you have enough problems already.
The woman smiles and touches the man's hand.
Act I, Scene 3
Woman # 2: He's the chief of police.
Woman: How could you tell?
Woman # 2: His badge said so.
Hello everyone: I am invoking creative license to reframe this play a poem. I require a certain amount of latitude this week because I am on vacation and my rhyming has been overtaken by interesting vacation events.
AAARGH still! I am somewhere that will not let me download photos so I am lucky I can post even one. I can't wait to show you more of Sedona and its red rocks, Las Vegas and its incredible glam, The Grand Canyon and the glass walkway, and my visit to Linda of Arizona Skies.
Meanwhile, I tried all day today to mostly observe the speed limit and I am going to try again tomorrow. :)