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Our leisurely waking and breakfast-getting Friday threatened to be cut short when [personal profile] bunnyhugger realized she wasn't sure: did the tournament starting at 10 am mean she had to be at the venue by then, or was that when the first round was to start and she had to be there and check in before 10 am, the way state championships required? And she couldn't find the instructions e-mail so had to turn it over to the Discord. They confirmed that she had until 10 am to get there, so we were able to raid the breakfast buffet --- better-stocked than [personal profile] bunnyhugger remembered from the week before when she'd gotten up closer to the end of the breakfast service. I grabbed a lot of bagels and omelettes.

It was easy getting back to Wizards World; it was basically a left turn out of the hotel, drive a while, and make one left turn. While getting into the lane for that left turn, a truck blared its horn at me and [personal profile] bunnyhugger demanded to know what happened. While trying to get into the turn lane I put my thoughts together: the truck decided my turning the turn signal on and moving over into the left lane was no reason it shouldn't try to power through my car. Annoying but, hey, drivers, right?

Then came the police car.

As we rode the last eighth of a mile or so, from the turn to Wizards World, a cop car with flashing signals followed me and, given the traffic, no question about who they were looking for. [personal profile] bunnyhugger worried this was going to make her late for the tournament check-in, and I said, you know, just leave the car. I'm the one driving, after all. They don't need passengers. She wasn't satisfied with that.

The cop asked if I knew why I was pulled over. I said, truthfully, no. He said that my turn back there had forced the car behind me to stop pretty short, and [personal profile] bunnyhugger apologized to the cop and said she had to get in to the tournament, and took off. The cop didn't care.

Well, I acknowledge that I knew the car had had to decelerate, but I'd checked behind me and checked my mirrors, had my turn signal on before I started changing lanes, kept my signal on throughout the change. The cop acknowledged my version of events, checked my driver's license, and said I should be careful when changing lanes. Can't argue that. I'm sure he wasn't sulking that there wasn't anything to fairly ticket me for in this.

Set free, I parked in a space that was right in front of the door to an adjacent storefront, and wondered if it might be reserved for customers only. I didn't see a sign, at least, but it felt like there might supposed to be. I also figured I'd risk it. I wanted to get in and see the tournament start.


Now here I want to share pictures of the Jackson County Fair again. But, after several days of the thing behaving, images aren't working and I don't want to deal with getting through the Livejournal photo gallery. Pictures tomorrow or whenever.

Trivia: Bananas grow eight to twenty fingers per hand, and five to ten hands per stem. Source: Bananas: How The United Fruit Company Shaped The World, Peter Chapman.

Currently Reading: The Sum of the People: How the Census Has Shaped Nations, From the Ancient World to the Modern Age, Andrew Whitby.

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