I do a lot of public speaking and let me tell you how much I appreciate having an audience. All of what I’m about to relate really happened.
Last fall, I was booked to do a big interior design show in Toronto where I live. I won’t mention the name of the event because I don’t want to embarrass anyone.
However, the delegates were interested in product trends, not economic forecasts. I was signed up for the wrong “gig”. It was a giant trade show, with a few seminars mixed in.
I arose early in the morning and drove downtown because I hate rush hour traffic.
I should have known better, but I was pulled over by the police where River Road meets King Street, for rolling through a stop sign.
I’m becoming a little older and I don’t really like being stopped by the cops. Furthermore, there’s drag racing on Highway 404 after midnight, but I’m the one who gets caught for a vehicular transgression.
As a public service, I pointed this out to the officer and added that I thought this was just a bogus set-up to extract money from me. I was feeling pretty good to that point, but then I couldn’t produce my car insurance.
I started to get frazzled and my stress level took off alarmingly. I was thinking, “I’ve got to give a speech this morning and, instead, I’m going to get busted by the authorities for my attitude.”
Anyway, I received two summonses and two hundred dollars’ worth of fines and set out on my way again.
What I’ve described so far might be called the highlight of my day. To find out what happened next, tune in tomorrow.