Payback

I went to see Sylvia yesterday. I phoned her to say I was mailing letters at the post office and would love to walk over and say hi. She sounded happy about the idea. I brought a box of orange herb tea and we drank it with a little sugar.
"It's like hot lemonade," I said. The wind was whipping and the rain was coming down hard. I could see bare trees swaying on the horizon.
"It makes us think of spring and summer," she said.
"Did I tell you, I got a 60 dollar ticket for a rolling through the stop sign at Terry's auto. I've always rolled through that stop sign," she said.
"Think of all the times you didn't get caught," I said.
"True! I owe them money," she said.
"One time I was pulling out of the Dunkin' Donuts on Cass Ave, and I cut off a car that had four teenage boys inside. Then they passed me and cut me off. The police saw us and we both got pulled over. While the cop was punching in information I got out of the car and walked over to the car full of boys and said 'watch this. I'm going to get away with it because I'm old.' And sure enough the cop waved me off.
So this is payback big time," she said smiling.