i have gone through moretown a few times recently, which reminds me of that time i cried my way out of a speeding ticket.
well, truthfully, the purpose of the crying was not to get out of the ticket. when the officer pulled me over i had clearly already been crying for a LONG time and was covered in tears and snot. and being pulled over for speeding in moretown did not make me cry less than i already was.
"where are you going?" the officer asked.
"h-h--home." i wailed. "i live in fayston."
"where are you coming from?"
"all right, ma'am. just be careful and slow down."
and he let me go.
it was a long time ago, but i never drive by there without thinking of his kindness.