About 90% of the works have been delivered to Seven, and the show is shaping up nicely.
Today Graham Caldwell installed a spectacular set of glass pieces on the second floor gallery walls.
As I was leaving the gallery, my cell phone rang and as I answered it, the cop car next to me at the stop light waved (I thought so anyway), so I waved back as I talked on the phone. He turned his lights on and pointed for me to pull over.
So the cop comes over (after about an uncomfortable five minute wait, while -- I guess -- they're checking in their computer to make sure that I am not a wanted ax murderer or a dead beat Dad).
"Hang on a sec," I say to the person with whom I am talking on the phone. "What's the problem officer?" I ask in my best Hank Hill voice.
"Driver's license and registration please," the cop says curtly. He's a little, wiry, short guy.
"What did I do?" I say putting the cell phone down and reaching down for my wallet while in my mind Richard Pryor says silently: "I AM REACHING INTO MY WALLET FOR MY LICENSE! - 'CUZ I DON'T WANNA BE IN NO MOTHERF&*%^ ACCIDENT!"
He ignores me.
"What did I do?" I say again, my voice a little louder.
"I'll tell you in a minute," he says gruffly looking at my license and registration.
"You were using your cell phone," he accuses.
I look baffled.
"You WERE using your cell phone," he almost shouts as he walks away.
"Aw, crap." I say to myself... "this is DC and it is illegal to use your cell phone while driving."
Summary: $100 fine for Distracted Driving (Cell Phone).
Tuesday, June 28, 2005