I was stopped at a stop light this morning on may way to work when I noticed a police officer on a motorcycle in my side-view mirror. He navigated his way through the traffic, splitting lanes in order to pull up next to me.
At this point I'm thinking I've got my brand new CA license plates on the troopy, I've got my registration papers in the glove box, my insurance is in order, what would he be coming up to pull me over for?
The truck is RHD, so he pulls up right next to my driver's side window, which is open, and says:
"That truck is bitchin! It must be great fun to ride."
The light turns green and he scoots off in front of me.
Of course it made my day, but jeez, nothing like a little crappin' in your pants before breakfast!
At this point I'm thinking I've got my brand new CA license plates on the troopy, I've got my registration papers in the glove box, my insurance is in order, what would he be coming up to pull me over for?
The truck is RHD, so he pulls up right next to my driver's side window, which is open, and says:
"That truck is bitchin! It must be great fun to ride."
The light turns green and he scoots off in front of me.
Of course it made my day, but jeez, nothing like a little crappin' in your pants before breakfast!
Thanks for that.