One of the unsung heroes of the police department is the meter maid. They save the loading zones of the world from the riff-raff who would take advantage of the system. My most recent brush with the law involved parking between two “No Parking” signs near the beach at Sullivan’s Island. I trudged back to the car just in time to find the local gendarme writing up the ticket.

I briefly considered leading him on a high speed chase through downtown Sullivan’s Island (motto: we have Dippin’ Dots). With my luck, his golf cart would have been the Crown Vic of all golf carts, able to max out at 20 miles per hour, and perform a pit maneuver that would scratch the paint on the fender of my new Jeep.

As I value my paint job, and wanted to avoid the media circus that would have been a trip to traffic court, I decided to bite the bullet, sign the ticket, and go to the courthouse (open every other Wednesday) to pay my ten dollar fine. I managed to get away before the news crew showed up. Few people are able to rock the coat-over-the-head look.

Have you ever gotten away with the perfect traffic crime, or been in a gas station restroom clean enough to eat off the floor? Neither have I. Have you ever discovered a diarrhea waterfall coming out of the baby’s car seat when you’re in the middle of nowhere? Check. My Funny books is looking for side-splitting stories / activities / poems, etc. about road trips. I’m attempting to make a road kill crossword puzzle for the book. Other activities may involve quizzes, silly sing-alongs, or car games.

This is a great opportunity to get your work published, get some free publicity, and build your writing platform. Go to http://myfunnybooks.biz for submission guidelines. We’re looking forward to hearing from you.