Monday, March 23, 2009

Slow down, you move too fast

If you've been following my blog, you may have noticed that, from time to time, I comment on stupid drivers.  Tonight, on my way home, I had another jerk behind me, following way too close, with his lights shining right in my eyes.  

Granted, I may be a little more sensitive to this sort of thing, given that I've only been driving for... wow.  I've only had my license for five months.  It feels a lot longer than that!  Hooray for freedom!

Sorry.  Still get a little excited.

Anyways, this guy behind me was being a pain in the ass, and I kept up a little monologue about how by riding my ass, he was simply encouraging me to slow down to exactly the speed limit.  I got to a red light, and he pulled up just enough that I wasn't being blinded and I saw the license plate in my rear-view mirror.  It had a star and three numbers on it, and for a second, I tried to figure out if it was some band or something that the driver was supporting.  Then I looked up.  The car had siren-y lights on top (I'm sure there's a technical name for those, but I don't know what it is).

The jerk was a cop.  

So I felt even better about standing my ground and driving the speed limit.


Sharla said...

I'm glad I'm not the only one who calls them siren-y things. LOL!

Big Plain V said...

Do you mean the light-ey things? I'm confused.

Danielle said...

Yes, V, I mean the light-y, siren-y, flashy thingies on top of the car. Whatever they're called. I'm hoping MJ will pop by and enlighten us all.