My life is made up of cheesy days. Pun intended.

It's a sure sign that it's been an interesting day when the thing that brings a smile to my face is thinking about getting pulled over on the interstate.

It went something like this:

I hand him my license and insurance card. He hands me back my insurance and checks out my license.
Officer: 'Are you still living in SG?' (names of cities shortened to protect the guilty)
me: 'No sir, I live in PG.'
O: 'So what are you doing here?'
me: 'Came home to visit my family.'
O: 'Oh, so you're from IF, lived in SG, and then moved up to PG. So what do you do?'
me: 'I'm a cheese monger.'
O: 'A cheese what?'
me: 'I have about $20,000 of cheese, and I sell it.'
O: 'Oh, well, I love cheese. What's your favorite one?'
me: 'I just found this amazing one from Cowgirl Creamery in California. It's a wash rind, and the inside is soft like brie, and it tastes so fresh! It's amazing.'
O: 'Well my sister-in-law just brought us a raspberry one, and it was delicious.'
me: 'Raspberry Bellavitano? Tastes like a sweet parmesan?"
O: That's the one! If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back.
(He takes my license and goes back to his truck for a few minutes, and then returns.)
O: 'Well I just love cheese.'
me: 'The next time you're in Utah, you'll have to come buy some from my store.'
O: 'That sounds good. I'll hafta do that. Do you need a ticket today?'
me: 'No, I don't think so.'
O: 'You have a great day. It was a pleasure talkin' cheese with you. Just slow down. I don't want to meet you down the road in an accident."
me: 'Thank you sir.'


That was the best part of my day. I'm thankful I didn't get a ticket. I'm glad I got to talk to such a pleasant person. I got to talk cheese instead of getting a ticket.