So, about that rule that says you can't talk on your cell phone while you drive on post here...well, it turns out they really mean it. And they really will pull you over if they see you doing it. And Owen really freaks out about it, thinking we are all going to jail for the rest of our lives.
But if you um, say something like, oh I don't know, maybe that the phone rang and you answered it and told whoever it was that you were driving on post and you'd call them back in a few minutes (instead of saying that you called your husband to gripe about the shi**y health clinic on post) then they actually apologize for bothering you and then they send you on your way.
It also helps to have a sick baby screaming in the middle row of seats and a frantic 3 year old in the way back hollering about how he doesn't want to go to jail, he just wants to go back to preschool.
2 comments:
Hilarious!
That's the best I've heard yet. Jennifer, you always make me laugh. I see the clinic hasn't changed much.
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