I am driving my car. It's a school zone. I am driving too fast. The motorcycle police officer motions me to the side of the road. I park next to the high school. It is Whistler Village - no, you can't drive in Whistler Village - it is a high school in Newport Village, in Port Moody.
I feel resigned to getting a ticket. I should not have been driving so fast past a school. But I know it will be expensive. Oh well.
I roll down my window. The police officer looks in and says. "Did you know you have birthday cake on your glasses?"
"Take of your glasses and look," the officer insists. I take them off. They are crusted with white and blue frosting and yellow cake crumbs. I explain that I can still see fine to drive. The officer says I'm getting a ticket for having dirty glasses.
I wake up.
question: birthday cake?
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