Cop Car Crap.

Tuesday morning. I decide to leave office a bit earlier that usual. Sunny day and morning radio make me all excited. I cruise along the road and drive faaast so I can beat the signal light like I do every morning. That's when I spot a cop car. Copppppp. Reflex action couldn't function better. Instantly I apply the brakes and watch the dial in front of me. 60s, 50s, 40s, should be just about right, I hope.

Goddddddd, Godddddd, Crapppppp. Copppppp. The cop car takes off as soon as I pass it. I know the drill now, been through this "get caught and temporarily be careful" cycles 2 times. Red and blue blinks right before me and I stop. "Sir, you were stopped because you were driving at 57 in a 35 zone. Can I see your licence and registration?". Holy crap. That would be state #3 that gave me ticket for speeding. As he was writing me a ticket for some reason Chennai Police hainted my mind in a flash. Along with the instances where I carelessly swifted through them before they could get me. I'd know they are hiding behind Gemini flyover pillars to catch people who run the red light but the hero in me knew exactly how I must maneuver to get past them. Practiced. Perfected. Taking turns in a no turn area. Making U turns whenever I felt like. Changing lanes like nobody's business. Crossing red lights until it was physically impossible. If they wrote points for my offences like in the US, I would have got state first or something. I would have made my family proud for once.

I used to mock at their helplessness. What goes around, comes around. Life teaches lessons. I stare blankly at the ticket and listen to the officer say "Here's your ticket sir, drive safe". Damage is hundred and freakin forty and freakin five dollars. I am on "get caught and temporarily be careful" phase again. Damn.