The laziness of a cop

So, after being in Utah for about 45 minutes, I got pulled over for speeding at the airport... Crap. Double crap. We can't afford this!
The cop is like, "About a month ago, a woman lost her life because of a speeder at the airport." Great. Now I get to pay the price for some maniac who didn't slow down at the terminal (my speeding was out on the road as I tried to figure out how to get back to the terminal to pick up my sister and Marissa). I apologize. Try real hard not to offer any excuses, as I am known to do. Cop takes my license back to his car. I know he's writing a citation. SUPER CRAP. How am I gonna pay this thing? Then I realize that my driver's license still has my LA address because the state of California doesn't issue a new license when you change your address. They just tell you to write it in on the back. Which I haven't done because we move every 12-18 months. And I've had 3 different addresses since the one on my license. Anyhow, I wave my arm out the window because the cop expressly told me TWICE to stay in the car. He was already obviously not impressed with me, so I'm sure he's gonna just love that I didn't give him the correct address. He comes back with my citation, and I'm like, "So, I'm really sorry about this, but the address on my license is incorrect. California doesn't issue a new license with an address change, so that is the wrong address."
And he responds, in a very agitated manner, "I was going to give you a break on your speed, but now you're going to have to pay the full fine." Crap! Could this get any worse?? Then he starts in again on how saving a couple of minutes is not worth someone's life. I agree. Just trying to be real agreeable. Apologetic. Then, the most amazing thing happens. The guy totally admits he doesn't want to fill out a new citation, and so he's gonna let me off with a verbal warning.
So. Freaking. Awesome! Hooray!!! Due to the completely awesome laziness of the cop, I don't get a citation. Hooray! Did I mention Hooray?! I'm seriously ready to sing hallelujah out loud. Cause, as you may have seen in my previous post, we ain't got no dang money.
Before he lets me go, the cop gives me this warning, "If you come back speeding at this airport when you're leaving town, we will ream you. You are in our system with a verbal warning. Don't you come back speeding at my airport." Don't you worry, little cop. I will not be speeding anywhere in the entire state of Utah this weekend. I will drive so slowly, it will make old ladies mad.
So Friday, and every day since, I have been very, very grateful for the laziness of a cop. Hooray!