I'm sitting in traffic waiting at a red light waiting to turn to
port. There are 2 lanes dedicated for port turns and one lane for
going either straight or to starboard. I'm the fourth vehicle
in the left lane amongst a LOT of cars.
The light changes to green and the first 2 cars in my lane move
along. The guy in front of me is just sitting there. After a few seconds I give one of those polite little beeps on the
horn. You know, kinda like “Pardon me, my fellow traveler. The
traffic in front of you has departed and I'm not sure why this wasn't
obvious to you, but perhaps now you might endeavor to get along as
well so we all don't have to sit through this damn light again”.
I can see his eyes rise up to the rear view mirror and then drop back
down towards his lap. Either he and his navel are deep in a
very important conversation or he's texting. He either didn't
notice that the light has changed and the cars in front of him are
long gone or he is just an inconsiderate jerk. Either way, the light is green dude, lets get moving. So I lay into the horn in one
of those prolonged blasts as the people behind me join in with their own chorus of horn blasts.
It's about this time that I realize that one of the cars in the adjacent lane has stopped next to me. I look over and its a
uniformed officer in a marked car. Right at this moment the genius
in the car in front of me sticks his hand up through the sunroof and
flips me off while still clutching his cellphone as he pulls away. I turn my head and pull my sunglasses down on my nose and stare over
them at the cop. He gives me a smirk and pulls ahead of me
as we make our turns.
He then proceeded to pull Mr. Cellphone over. While being
fortunate to witness Karma dishing out a dose of cosmic justice I
still had to gloat a bit. As I slowly rolled by Mr. Cellphone I
gave him another toot on the horn and when he looked up I held my hand
to my head and gave him the international sign for “call me”.
I'm pretty sure the rest of my day will be better than his.
good one, Doug
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