One of the things I like to do after leaving court is cruise through town as opposed to taking the freeway back to the PD. It affords me the opportunity to interact with my fellow man.
And in this case, my fellow man and I had just come from the same place: Court.
I was driving down the road approaching a red light. Cars were stacking up and, being the slick two-wheeled guy that I am, I split lanes and made my way to the front of the line. Do I do this because I’m impatient?
No. I do it because it gives me the chance to glance into cars as I pass.
Maybe I’ll see an assault weapon, or a dead hooker, or maybe four kilos of pure Colombian nose candy.
Or maybe a dude on a cellphone.
More often than not, it’s the latter.
As I pulled along, the driver had his cell in his left hand pressed against his ear and he was chattering away.
“Seriously, dude?” I asked him congenially.
He smirked sheepishly and followed my direction to pull over.
And then it got good.
“Hey, partner…I’m pretty sure you know why I stopped you,” I said.
“Yeah, I do. I was just calling my buddy to tell him I just left court,” he replied.
“Um. What?” I asked as I began to write this very post in my brain.
“Yeah, I just paid for a speeding ticket I got from CHP,” he explained.
“Well, I have good news for you! This isn’t a moving violation. So, you know, there’s that!” I chided him.
“I’ll take what I can get,” he laughingly responded.
I damn near fist-bumped him in thanks for today’s post. Truth be told, the guy had a pretty great attitude about the whole thing. Seems he understood irony as well.
I was able to refrain from humming “It’s a Small World”…but not by much.