Whenever I'm riding with someone and the police pull up behind us, they're like: "Oh no! The cops!" and they drive so carefully.
Whenever I'm driving and a cop pulls up behind me, I'm thinking to myself..."Oh, thank God!" Because then I know everybody around me is going to be driving carefully. Believe me, I drive like a grampa on sleeping pills. I go the speed limit, I stay in my own lane, I consider it a danger to drive and talk on the cell phone or text at the same time, I don't read the newspaper when I'm driving, there's a rule in my car that there's no arguments while the car is moving, and all passengers are co-pilots that have to help watch traffic.
Once in the city, this muddy pickup tore around me, got in front of me, and then slammed on his brakes!
...and then what does the driver of this vehicle do? He sticks his hand out the window and gives me the Hawaiin Good Luck Sign! Like I had just done something wrong.
I just wonder what I did to make him so angry?
