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By the skin of my teeth

Just missed having to get bifocals today. That would have been a
little traumatic as I'm teetering on 40 and am having to face up to
a bunch of other reminders that I'm not a "young woman" anymore.

The eye doc dilated my eyes but told me I would be
all right to drive. "Just don't get pulled over" he joked. Well,
on the way back to work I realized that I passed a sheriff's
deputy a might faster than I probably should have.

He pulls out to drive behind me and I'm thinking,
"Oh great, will he buy it if I tell him that pulling me over is
against doctor's orders?" I tried to read the speed limit sign so
that I could make sure I'm legal. I can't tell if it says 25 or 35.
I did 30 hoping that would cover both bases.

He is still behind me.

I know I have to turn right at one of the streets
coming up but I can't read the street sign. So I cross my fingers
and turn.

He turns with me.

I still can't read the street signs but I turn again
on what I think is the correct street back to work. I'm fairly
certain he is going to pull me over now because it looks like I'm
trying to shake him.

But he didn't.

I turned and he kept going and I breathed a sigh of