Dear Diary:
I was traveling to Queens to celebrate my mother's 87th birthday, and to take her, her two best friends and her caretaker to her favorite restaurant, Applebee's in Bayside. Before lunch, I had to shop for her at Waldbaum's in College Point.
As I was heading into the parking lot, I spotted two police cars with blinking red lights in my rearview mirror. They followed me into the parking lot and stopped right behind me. One officer asked to see my license. “I wasn't speeding, was I, officer?†I asked.
“No, you weren't. But see that? That's the problem,†he said, pointing to my windows. He could have been speaking Russian. I had no idea what he was referring to.
“It's your tinted windows. We're trying to eliminate them. Here's a ticket, but if you get it fixed in two weeks, it'll cancel out the ticket,†he said.
The burglars, bank thieves and others are still on the lam, but I got caught and ticketed for tinted windows. Cle arly every good deed, like taking your mom and her friends out for her 87th birthday, gets punished.
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