Was in the car, right lane of two Westbound lanes, stopped at an intersection with a traffic light.
The light turned green, and we started moving ahead.
On the left came this pickup truck, just a-roaring up the road.
Truck was going 90 mph, at least, and all of us in the right lane were at 45 mph at most.
The truck, no shit, roared on up to a car that was in the left lane, and then without slowing down moved into the left turn lane at the intersection, passed the car like it was standing still IN THE TURN LANE, and then cut back in front of the car and continued on down the road.
One of the most insane, stupid, dangerous pieces of unneccesary driving I have seen in a long time.
And then, just as I turned to Cassie to say something snarky about it, what should I see but…
A Smokey Bear, I mean, a State Highway Patrol officer, so named for the smokey the bear hats they wear.
Blue and red flashing lights and siren run up from the highway patrol officer that just happened to be four cars ahead of us, unseen until just the right moment.
I saw that smokey bear roar off after that truck, and I was filled with an inner joy so intense that I felt physical pain.
I heard once that the French language has a specific word which means “screwing off on company time and getting paid for it.”
There should be a word in the English language whose specific meaning is, “The joy you feel at witnessing someone else be a complete douchebag, and then get immediately busted for it like a lightning bolt from God rammed straight up the ass.”