About a week ago I was stuck in late afternoon traffic that was heavier than normal. While I was stopped, dispatch put out an injury traffic collision involving four cars at the freeway off ramp just ahead of me.
I looked across the sea of cars and saw the crash north of the city limit and I requested the neighboring city respond for the report.
I turned on my overhead lights as I tried to move over to the left. Once in the left lane, I squeezed between the median and traffic as I moved at a snail’s pace. Getting through traffic was no different than trying to put on a pair of jeans that I wore in high school. It just wasn’t happening.
When I finally got up to the crash I saw car with a shattered rear window and its trunk in the backseat. The driver had a dazed look as he stood next to the paperweight that used to be his car.
A full-sized truck had rear ended him, which caused a chain reaction with two other vehicles. The driver of the truck told me he was on the gas while changing lanes and never saw the car in front of him.
I started the paper work and waited for the other officer to respond. Once the other cop arrived, I told the offending driver I was leaving.
He gave me a lost look and asked, “Do I get a report card?”
I knew he meant report number, but I couldn’t resist as I replied, “Yeah, you get an F.”
The F comment hung there like a silent but deadly fart traveling through the air searching out an unsuspecting victim. His facial expression then changed knowing he was just Badge415ized.
He smiled and said, “That’s fucked up.”
“You opened the door on that one,” I replied as I smiled.
You are just coming too funny 😀
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