Last week I didn't have the idea I ran with until late Tuesday night. Of course my favorite idea was poetry which made me a little nervous, but it was such a joy to write when everything else I had thought of made me a little cranky so I went with it. Mostly it was a bummer I had the idea late because it left me without as much time to polish and really nail down the meter as I would have liked. (I am going to live in my fantasy that if I had just gotten the meter perfect everyone would have realized the brilliance and cleverness of my entry and I would have won. heh) From the moment the polls opened I comfortably held down the bottom and stayed there by a wide margin. In some ways that was nice, I didn't have to worry about some last minute twist to save someone else knocking me out, I knew I was gone and had a few days to adjust. I rolled to my stop and here I am.
Topic related bonus mini-story!!
Many years ago I was driving home through a residential area and was pulled over by a police officer. I parked and stopped my car, found the registration in my glove box and rolled down the window. The cop walked up and asked "Do you know why I pulled you over?"
Now the correct answer to this question is pretty much always "No officer, I don't know" said with just as much innocence and sincerity as you can manage (and if you're a girl and can toss a hint of tears in there, go for it). I say pretty much because if you were doing 90 in a 25mph zone while swerving to hit grandmas you're just going to piss the cop off by playing innocent, but unless your offense was blatant this is the way to go.
However, I was relatively young and freaked out so I said "Well, I was going a bit fast." (probably 30 in a 25mph zone)
The officer smiled at me a little and shook his head but didn't say anything. So now, I should have gone for the "I don't know" innocent look and quivered my lip a little. Instead I said "Um, I kind of rolled through that last stop sign but no one was around."
Again, the officer said nothing. Again I didn't break out the 'I don't know' but at least I stayed quiet, mostly because I couldn't think of any other reason he could possibly have pulled me over.
"Your registration is past due. I am going to write you a fix it ticket but as long as you get all the paperwork taken care of it should be fine." (I had problems for the first few years I moved back to CA because some genius in the DMV had inverted two of the numbers in my street address so none of my mail reached me.) He walked back to his car to write out the ticket, and I slumped in my seat.
He came back a few moments later and handed the ticket to me through the window. "And, you might want to drive a bit more carefully from now on." I nodded emphatically and watched him get in his car. I pulled out carefully and drove 3 miles below the speed limit everywhere, for about a week. And I learned that sometimes "I don't know" is the very best answer you can give.