Well here I am again, randomly stumbling upon this blog I made many years ago. It's actually never been lost, just neglected, as it's been on my shortcut bar this whole time. I thought maybe I should start sharing my ridiculous experiences in life to the world... again. I suppose much of this is told through Facebook, but not to the detail that a blog can go in to.
Recently I have concluded that cops just don't like me. Or, I should say, I like to think they hate me because they give me tickets and make me take sobriety tests far more often than I really deserve. In code that's my way of saying I get away with a lot of shit then get caught and blamed for random accusations... too often.
For example, several Saturdays ago I was on the way to a bar with my buddy Mike. Now, we had been drinking at my place for maybe an hour beforehand. Nothing crazy, I think we each had two drinks. In fact, we had less than that because we dumped some of our second beverage down the drain. I know what you're all thinking, alcohol abuse, but listen: we had places to be, people to see and bitches to put in check!
Now, on the way there and shortly after getting onto the road, I had to make an abrupt lane change due to the car in front of my slamming on their brakes, throwing their left turn signal on and stopping. The intersection is rather odd because it's two lanes before the light but only one immediately after. Of course in an ideal situation I'd have signaled this lane change, but this was far from ideal... dumb station wagon.
Anyway, about a block down the road I get pulled over and at this point I really have no idea why. The only thing I can think of is I might have been waiving my hands wildly in the car to Rihanna, but that's really not a good reason to get stopped in my opinion. Moving on, I'd like to mention briefly that I'm always very proper when getting pulled over. I keep my hands at ten and two, no sudden movements and am extremely polite to the officer in question. When he approached the Passat I told him that my window was frozen and I needed to open the door. He said fine, I gave him my information and he promptly disappeared. He comes back a short while later, asks me to step out of the car and initiates a sobriety test. Long story short, I pass with flying colors and he gives me a ticket for failure to signal a lane change.
I'd like to point out that, after directly looking at my inspection, he ignored that it was 5 months past due and rather than give me a ticket for something valid, gave me some bullshit write-up without ever asking why I did what I did. The reason this whole situation irks me, aside from that it wasn't my fault, is because I am constantly yelling at people while in my car when I see that they don't use their turn signals. WHY, BITCHES... WHY!? Those little lights and pieces of plastic cost thousands of dollars to install and replace and are far more easy to use than, oh say, the radio! As such, I always use them and it's a particularly rude smack to my junk to give me a ticket for not using them. It would be like, hmm, what's a good analogy? It would be like giving Kelly Clarkson a coupon for a free voice lesson because she missed a note: clearly that bitch can sing but you just happen to catch her at her one fail moment.
Anyway, I'm tired of explaining this story, getting cranky because I still have yet to go to my hearing where I shall plead not guilty and my fingers are getting sore from typing. Maybe this is why I stopped posting on here. I will entertain you all again shortly... or maybe in three years. Same thing really.
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