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Just In Case You Were Wondering

How does one finish off an evening that was meh at work? Well if you're like me, you nearly get t-boned by a squad car. Then you alternate between a) freaking out the last .6 miles home wondering if he's going to pull you over or b) swear and curse him for damn near hitting you and for God's sake, look when you're pulling out from behind 4 other squads.

Yes, that's my friendly tip for the night. You're welcome.

and it's now 365 (-3) but I'm ok with that.

Comments

oh lucky - my car was rear ended by a police car...a detective no less ! at a curved T intersection.I stopped he wasn't expecting me to ! Bang !!

He hit my tow bar.

I was so worried he would blame me ...come after me etc etc and he even had the same surname as I did.
Trivial = but to me it meant he would remember me more easily !!!

Then the cop rang me at home ...because they didn't know the number plate of the car he was driving and it had gone off to be repaired already - he to write an incident report !Embarassing for him.

...eeeks I was petrified for weeks he might be following me to catch me doing something as payback.

The end !

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