On my way to the television station yesterday I pulled up behind a cop at the red light at the end of my road. He was a Bourne Police Officer. Sometimes being behind a cop leaves a person uneasy. To counter that, I left plenty of space between us and tried to enjoy my tunes.
Of course it's hard to look and act normal when every time you turn your head forward, a cop is glaring at you in his side mirror. He was looking very smug wearing his sunglasses on a cloudy day. I turned my head and stared out the window, my seat belt was on, my music wasn't too loud and the car was running OK. (Maybe he is running my plates to check things out, how rude.)
I couldn't look out the window too long, that would be suspicious. I looked forward and he was still looking in the side mirror as he inched forward. (God to think maybe he was checking me out- give me a break.) I held my foot on the brake pedal to the floor, the cop was now across the 'stop behind the white line' line, was he playing chicken with me? Was he egging me to inch forward so that he could ticket me for crossing the line with my front tires? (It's true, they can do that. A friend of mine failed his driver's test the first time because his front tires crossed that line when he stopped at a red light.)
The cop continued to inch forward. Then, all of a sudden, he sped off into the red light. Does he think just because he's a cop, he's above the law! Apparently so. I can't tell you how many times I have sat at that very same light for what seemed like eons waiting for it to change. Can I run it? No, of course not. That would land me a very large ticket. But, Mr. Bourne Police Officer- please go right ahead.
The light finally changed a few seconds after he sped off. I went on my way. You know- he wasn't even a Statey.
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