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those gosh darn authority figures
Oct. 29th, 2004 10:22 pm.
Took today off work. I was driving down the interstate, at the prevailing speed (not the fastest or the slowest). I sped up a little, and at that moment, what should I see but a state trooper in the median. All the blood in my body went somewhere else (another dimension, perhaps; I didn't see it in the car), causing my foot to lift from the accelerator. 65 now. What was the limit again? Oh yeah, 55! I slowed down some more, reaching 60 from above, and saw the patrol car detach from its lurking spot and drift along behind me, at which point I was chanting obscenities fast enough that it sounded like Morse Code.
The car came alongside. Having no desire to prolong it any, I looked over to see what might be my fate. The officer gave me a little wave. He continued accelerating and went in front of me. Was this it? I kept watching him, and he went on over to the exit and departed the roadway, leaving me driving like a proverbial little old lady for the rest of the trip.
Perhaps that explains my subsequent need for Geritol?
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Took today off work. I was driving down the interstate, at the prevailing speed (not the fastest or the slowest). I sped up a little, and at that moment, what should I see but a state trooper in the median. All the blood in my body went somewhere else (another dimension, perhaps; I didn't see it in the car), causing my foot to lift from the accelerator. 65 now. What was the limit again? Oh yeah, 55! I slowed down some more, reaching 60 from above, and saw the patrol car detach from its lurking spot and drift along behind me, at which point I was chanting obscenities fast enough that it sounded like Morse Code.
The car came alongside. Having no desire to prolong it any, I looked over to see what might be my fate. The officer gave me a little wave. He continued accelerating and went in front of me. Was this it? I kept watching him, and he went on over to the exit and departed the roadway, leaving me driving like a proverbial little old lady for the rest of the trip.
Perhaps that explains my subsequent need for Geritol?
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