Don’tcha just love it when the bad guy gets caught?
My Beloved and I were driving on a long two-lane road to dinner tonight. The sun was setting, and we were driving straight into the brightness (it was a lovely sunset, by the way).
The road briefly split into four lanes and the two cars immediately behind us passed us. That’s cool, maybe we were lingering a little bit by driving exactly the speed limit. Then a black sedan sped by doing at least 75 mph and passed all three of us.
“Guess he doesn’t want to miss a booty call,” I thought.
Two miles later, the split returned to two lanes and we saw blue lights a la de po-po ahead on the right. Guess who got pulled over?
Mr. Black Sedan In A Hurry sat behind the wheel looking like he was trying to ‘splain sometin’ to da man in blue.
We continued on our merry, speed-limit-observing way.
Dinner was delicious.