Why my wife laughed at me? I needed it!

Yesterday as I was driving to NYC to drop off my children with my sister-in-law. I was prepared to have a few hours to myself and go bike riding along the West Side when, I was caught in Jersey City's end-of-the-month capital fundraising campaign.

The police were pulling over unsuspecting drivers for going over the 25 mph speed limit, and I was the lottery winner. As I was waiting for my ticket, a few things came to mind; my perfect driving record for the past three years was ruined, how much is this ticket going to cost me, and is there a way I can get out of it.

The latter was definitely out of the question, but what really set me off was the cost of the ticket. Jersey City must really be hurting for money because it was going to cost me more to pay this ticket than the SADE concert and the cost of a good seat at the Yankee game combined.

This episode really set my day off, and I was about to just go home and brood which I am prone to do when bad things happen to me. Before I decided to do that, I figured let me call PG, my wife first.

Immediately she asked me if I was OK. I told her 'no' and the circumstances behind it. Her response? Laughter! She said, "That's it! That's what you are upset about? Please, don't let this one ticket spoil your day. Go for that bike ride."

During my periods of silence as she talked to me, I took in what she said. I went bike riding and enjoyed the day. Oddly enough, in Jersey City.

It's refreshing when your wife can be a good student, but a better teacher. That's why I married her.