I was on my way to work one morning, going about 6 miles over the speed limit on the freeway, when a large pick up flew past me. He had to be going at least 20 miles over the speed limit. My first thought was, "You go boy, you get the ticket, I'll let you". My second thought was, "Where are the cops when you need one."
Just before I finished the second thought, I spied a motorcycle cop sitting along the side of the freeway. As I passed him, I noticed that he was starting his engine and putting the kickstand up. I looked up to see where the pick truck was, he had slowed down and had started moving to the right. It was obvious that he knew he had gotten caught speeding.
I glanced back again to see where the cop was and he was spinning out, throwing dirt off the back tire and speeding into traffic. The cop flew around me extremely fast. By the time he caught up with the pickup truck, the truck had moved all 4 lanes over to the right side and had started pulling over.
I'm not sure why, but I got a kick out of that, made me smile and giggle. Does that make me an evil mean person?
