While living in Waldorf, Maryland, red light traffic cameras were put in place.  I thought it was a great idea because people were always running red lights.  I was always careful because going through a yellow light could sometimes trigger a snap of the camera.  So now we live in New Mexico and there are red light cameras in Albuquerque, too.  I am not a red light runner and I always go slow in school zones when the lights are flashing.  So imagine my surprise, when I opened up an envelope and right there was a picture of my van.  Apparently, my van was going 22 mph in a 15 mph school zone.  Now I don’t remember any lights flashing, but apparently my van didn’t slow down.  There were no cameras attached anywhere.  No Albuquerque is a little more sneaky.  Inside a van, there was a police officer taking pictures.  At first, I didn’t even remember being on that road, but then I thought back to the location.  Right around the corner is a Sonic and before heading back up the mountain, I stopped for a cherry limeade.  It’s usually always my last stop before I head home from a doctor’s appointment or a day shopping.  So I am blaming my cherry limeade for my seven miles over the posted speed limit.  I’ve been in New Mexico six months now and am already a lawbreaker.