I had two give me thumbs up while driving around. On the way home, I was near the LAPD La Brea station. This police car goes by while I was in a left turn lane waiting. He makes a U and pulls in behind me. The cop driving was all up over his wheel looking at the car. The light turns green, I start to turn and puts on his lights. Swell, I thought. I wasn't doing anything, I wasn't even moving. He gets out of his car and was smiling. You don't see the LAPD smiling when they pull you over. He walked up past the quarter running his finger on the top of it. Normally, they hover their hands on their guns as they walk up.
When he gets to the window he immediately asks if it's an SS. Yes, I said. Very cool, I had one of these for years. Then he ensued to grille me on the specs. After a few minutes, he leaves running his other finger down the quarter on the way back to his car.
Also today, my friend, Carl, was in West Hollywood. He came up on a wreck blocking an intersection. The WH sheriff deputy was directing traffic down a side street in the wrong direction wanted to go. Carl pulled up to the intersection with his turn signal on to inform the sheriff he needs to go the other way. The sheriff sees him, stops all traffic, and walks up to his window. Carl was preparing to get yelled at. The sheriff stopped short of his window and looks over his car. He then sticks his head in the window and asks what's under the hood. Carl says it's a 383. The sheriff called him a bastard and walks back towards the middle of the intersection. He then waves Carl to go in the direction Carl wanted to go holding up all the traffic. As Carl drives by the sheriff, he calls a bastard again. Carl says thank you by smashing the gas pedal.
Somebody at Starbucks has been sneaking happy pills into the cops' coffee today.
When he gets to the window he immediately asks if it's an SS. Yes, I said. Very cool, I had one of these for years. Then he ensued to grille me on the specs. After a few minutes, he leaves running his other finger down the quarter on the way back to his car.
Also today, my friend, Carl, was in West Hollywood. He came up on a wreck blocking an intersection. The WH sheriff deputy was directing traffic down a side street in the wrong direction wanted to go. Carl pulled up to the intersection with his turn signal on to inform the sheriff he needs to go the other way. The sheriff sees him, stops all traffic, and walks up to his window. Carl was preparing to get yelled at. The sheriff stopped short of his window and looks over his car. He then sticks his head in the window and asks what's under the hood. Carl says it's a 383. The sheriff called him a bastard and walks back towards the middle of the intersection. He then waves Carl to go in the direction Carl wanted to go holding up all the traffic. As Carl drives by the sheriff, he calls a bastard again. Carl says thank you by smashing the gas pedal.
Somebody at Starbucks has been sneaking happy pills into the cops' coffee today.
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