Wednesday, July 01, 2009
My Friend Mr. Policeman
As I was driving into town yesterday on our 2 lane highway, I noticed a car tailgating me. After double-checking that I was driving the posted speed limit, I pushed my annoyance aside and grimly ignored him. As soon as he had the chance, he zoomed passed me. My annoyance grew as I observed the "no passing zone".
"Where's a cop when you need one," I muttered grumpily.
A minute or two later, I glanced in my rear view mirror and was startled to see a police truck, right on my tail, silently pulsing his lights at me. As I pulled over to let him pass, hope dawns. "I think he's going after that guy," I told the Munchkins.
We watch as the policeman drives right up behind the Loser and tailgates him. "Ooooo, I bet he's calling in his plate and getting information," I informed the Munchkins. We are all attention.
The policeman flipped on his lights and pulled over the offender.
"HA!" I cackle. "Ha haa haaaaa!" The Munchkins join in. We sound like a chorus of happy Nelsons from the Simpsons.
As we drove by, Mr. Policeman looked directly at me and raised his hand in a friendly wave. I gave him a big grin and the "thumbs up" sign. "Good job!" I mouthed. Miss Munchkin is equally embarrassed and impressed. Her younger brother is whooping in delight. "He waved at you!"
Ah yes, my tax dollars at work.
What a great day!