Alright everyone, allow me to revert back to my least favorite blog just for a brief second. So ever since I got my 300 (see to the right), I've been involved in an epic battle. It seems that people who drive the Dodge Charger (usually people in the all black ones and not named Jay...) need to test their vehicular fortitude against my car. I know, it seems that I'm being a car-cist, but but if the shoe fits....So this morning, I'm at a red light...minding my business. I hear the car to my right (which happens to be a Black Charger) rev up their engine as to say "let's race out of this light." Not making eye contact, I accept the challenge mentally. Light turns green....I pump the gas....and I strike out of the blocks. Little did HE know that I had already I.D.'d him to be a Cop in an unmarked vehicle. So I strike out the blocks but maintain a speed of 2 miles UNDER the speed limit. (Here's where the fun begins).....
So I notice that the cop hurriedly cuts off the person that was behind me...then starts doing the computer thing that they do. The funny thing is...he is typing VEHEMENTLY on his computer trying to find something to get me on....until he finally gives up. There is NOTHING he could find on my record!!! Now you know my issue with cops out here (see my July 14th post for reference). But again, I'm not saying that the cops are out here doing the racial profiling thing, nor that they are just out to get me. All I'm simply saying is this:
Nanny Nanny....Boo Boo
(stick that up your surcharge and pay it!!!)
((yeah that was a bit of a stretch...but it felt right))
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