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Fuck you too, Officer Friendly
Jul. 2nd, 2002 05:04 pmNow that I have a moment to sit down, I must share.
As you know, I ride a bicycle to work every morning.
Lately, at one intersection, some construction workers have been digging huge holes in the street. Pasadena police officers have been there with them, standing around doing not much of anything.
Now. When a light turns green 30+ feet ahead of me, I stop when I hit the intersection whether it's changed yet or not, because I'd really rather not blare out into an intersection where a light is sure to turn yellow and then red before I'm safely across.
It didn't turn right away, so I stood there waiting anyway.
It occurred to me some seconds later that the police officer was yelling at me. I mean, yelling. As if I'd just kicked an old lady in the shins. As if I was walking down the street smoking a big Cheech y Chong spliff. As if I was carrying an "Osama For President" sign. That kind of yelling.
"HEY! Where are you going!? Go on! Get moving! Don't you know what a green light's for?"
As I passed him, I shot him a nasty look and a snippy apology for not wanting to get run over.
I called the Police Department to complain when I got in to work. The asshole's supervisor has been notified. I got a profuse apology. I feel much better about it. If he's out there again tomorrow, I'm just going to beam at him. Fucker.
As you know, I ride a bicycle to work every morning.
Lately, at one intersection, some construction workers have been digging huge holes in the street. Pasadena police officers have been there with them, standing around doing not much of anything.
Now. When a light turns green 30+ feet ahead of me, I stop when I hit the intersection whether it's changed yet or not, because I'd really rather not blare out into an intersection where a light is sure to turn yellow and then red before I'm safely across.
It didn't turn right away, so I stood there waiting anyway.
It occurred to me some seconds later that the police officer was yelling at me. I mean, yelling. As if I'd just kicked an old lady in the shins. As if I was walking down the street smoking a big Cheech y Chong spliff. As if I was carrying an "Osama For President" sign. That kind of yelling.
"HEY! Where are you going!? Go on! Get moving! Don't you know what a green light's for?"
As I passed him, I shot him a nasty look and a snippy apology for not wanting to get run over.
I called the Police Department to complain when I got in to work. The asshole's supervisor has been notified. I got a profuse apology. I feel much better about it. If he's out there again tomorrow, I'm just going to beam at him. Fucker.
