Aym fum noo yawk but only lived there 22 out of my 83 years. (26.5%, to save you the trouble.)
Remind me to tell you how I loind not to complain.
Oh, OK, here goes, since you ast.
I lived on the top of a hill overlooking Boulder Reservoir and during good swimming days the entry booth would get behind and a line of traffic would bleed out onto the main road. This was dangerous because as you came over the blind hill, there was suddenly a line of cars on the road in front of you and I was used to hearing the screech of brakes. So I complained to the Highway Patrol to enforce the 35MPH speed limit on that road, N 51st Street.
So a month or so later I was coming home and got stopped for speeding, 45, maybe 50, like duh. Cop sees me laughing and asked what was so funny and I said I lived up the street and I was the one who complained about enforcing the speed limit. Then he starts laughing. So I ast him what was so funny and he says "You're the first one we caught."
I guess account of the yuma he only gave me a warning ticket.