Filed under: Musings of a Random Nature
Something very cool happened over the weekend that gave me great joy. I was driving on 66, it was 6pm, and traffic was bumper-to-bumper. On a weekend, on route 66, at 6pm. Are the three 6’s involved in that equation a coincidence? I think not. Anyways, I was pretty peeved as you can imagine because seriously, why is it so goddamn difficult to drive to Lauren’s (fabulous) new apartment on a Saturday evening? The right-most lane at this point on 66 is one of those lanes that is only open at certain times, and there are electronic signs that use either a red X or a green arrow to indicate this. The red X was a-glowing, but since traffic sucked, some douchebag decided he would just use that lane to pass all of us poor law-abiding suckers and cut us off when he was done with that and wanted to re-enter the actual (sucky) flow of (legal) traffic. Because, you know, he’s special. He was doing that, and I looked over and was annoyed. I was even more annoyed because he was already way past me, so he wasn’t going to be trying to cut me off when he was done abusing the closed lane, so I wasn’t going to be able to have the pleasure of blocking him and laying the horn on. Double fail.
This would be one of those moments when I would actually like to see a cop, when a cop’s presence would be useful. And we all know cops are never around when you actually want to see them. I was lamenting that very fact when…drumroll…a cop pulled out of traffic, turned on his siren, and chased that obnoxious fucker down! How. Great. Is. That. I *might* have clapped and cheered.
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