Chandra the Speed Racer

I got an email from my interim supervisor stating the need to speak with me. No big deal. However, what threw me for a loop was that she said she needed to discuss a complaint about my driving.

MY DRIVING?! Seriously? Me, the girl who drives 65 mph? At first I was confused, because I thought someone had complained about me driving my personal vehicle. Turns out that a local citizen reported to Risk Management that I was driving a county vehicle "erratically" and I cut off several people in the process.

I had to sit down with my supervisor. She gave me the date and I had to back track. I do remember the date, because I had to take some children into protective custody. However, I do NOT remember driving like a mad woman and cutting people off.

Too make a ridiculously long story short, I'm not in trouble, but I may have to take a defensive driving course. Oh, my, my, my.

Sadly, I can't even use the line: "How does the community member know it was me? It could have been any one!"

Nope. This guy described the driver as being "a black female with glasses". AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA Being that I was the only black female with glasses with that particular car on that day, I have been singled out!

Luckily a co-worker was following me and can vouch that I wasn't using the county vehicle for my speed demon ways. Of course there's a running joke in the office about my driving abilities and if I should be allowed to check out a car.