Coppers

Been having odd luck with police lately.

On Wednesday, I was stopped at a light and a motorcycle cop turned left from a perpendicular side street. The entire corner he was glaring at me. I had no real clue why, so I glared back. 'Cause, ya know, I'm not so worried. With no traffic coming he manages a quick U-turn to get into traffic a few cars behind me. Huh... Follows for a while before turning to another street. Half a mile later I spot two motorcycle cops who seem a little too interested. 'Cause, really, I'm not that interesting.

On Friday morning I got pissed of waiting for a school bus full of kids to load and get out of my way (yeah yeah, I know, but it's still irritating). So I kind jumped out into traffic turning right onto Tropicana from Jimmy Durante. Turns out I cut off a cop. I guess he was on a call because he didn't stop me.

Friday afternoon I got eyed by a cruiser who kept pace beside me for a while on Tropicana. Smiled and waved, 'cause, hey, for once I wasn't doing anything wrong.

Not quite sure what all this means, but I suspect I may be going to traffic school soon.