"Six...tyyyyyy..?"
"Well now, that is the speed limit. But you were ten over." He taps on your window. "License and registration, please."
You roll down your window a bit and start fishing around the console for your wallet. "Yeah... I was just sorta in a bad situation and I wanted to get away from it. I... I understand that was pretty reckless of me, and I'm sorry." You hand over your things.
He takes them, and tilts his head ever so slightly. "Bad situation?"
"Oh, just... a really annoying customer," you say, pointing at your windshield sticker.
"Mhm." You grit your teeth as the officer looks over your documents for five very long seconds. "Tell you what. I can tell you've been having a real bad day. I'll let you off with a warning."
"Oh... uh... thank you! It won't happen again!"
The officer hands you back your wallet. "Drive safe now."
With immense relief, you watch him get back into his car and drive off, before doing the same. All things considered, that could have gone a lot worse. Small miracles. It's seems like a long, dark drive after that, and feels a lot later than it actually is when you finally pull into your designated parking at your building. You don't care what time it is, though. You're going straight to bed. As soon as you trudge your way into your apartment, you flop over onto the couch, not even bothering to take your clothes off. Wearily, you wonder if there's anything you ought to do before you crash completely...