City of Scottsdale: Spirit of Dick

90 seconds after my best 90 minutes at a car dealer ever, fucking photo radar. I completely forgot. Fuck!

Karma: this is too easy. Wait. Fuck that! Owned! A-hahahahaha!
Me:     It was Night.  I was wearing temporary non-reflective plate.  There was a car in lane number two running interference.
Karma: The cameras are aimed at the asshole speeder lane, bitch.
Me: Fuck.
Mailman: Do I have a present for you? I don’t know. Wait a couple of weeks.