Today I was minding my own business as I sat at a red light. The sun had just dipped below the horizon as dusk descended on the area. My windows were down and the late summer breeze felt good.
When the light turned green, I coasted into the intersection with no particular place to go. I was just going to cruise around and enjoy a drive through the city. That’s when a large cloud of smoke caught my eye off to my right on a street that paralleled the one I was on.
The cloud was getting larger by the second as it surrounded a red Dodge Charger. The burn out seemed to last forever and was actually kind of impressive to watch.
I made a right turn on the side street to go talk to the driver about his lack of common sense. As soon as the driver saw me his tires quit spinning, but the cloud of burned rubber floated with the afternoon breeze toward my car.
After I stopped the car I walked up and asked the driver, “Were you having some type of medical problem that made your foot press down on the gas pedal like that?”
“How old are you?”
I held up my hands as I asked, “Why?”
“I was being stupid,” the driver said as he put his head down on his steering wheel.
His license showed an address that was far away from where we were, so I asked him how he ended up on this particular street. The driver replied he was going to a local club around the corner and he wanted to test out his new car. He told me he picked this street because no one was around.
I was amazed by his honesty. I also appreciated how he picked a street with no cars, businesses or homes to practice his speed skills on. I told the driver, “You did a dumb thing, but you were smart about it. I appreciate that.”
He gave me half a smile and didn’t say anything.
“What did you say when you saw me?” I asked.
“I said F#@K!”
“I would’ve said the same thing. Did you know you’re going to be my next blog story?”
“I didn’t know you had a blog.”
“I do and this story is too good to pass up.”
A records check showed that the driver was very experienced in the traffic ticket world. I walked back to him and asked, “How many tickets have you had?”
“Well, today you’re only getting a ticket for not having the insurance paper in the car. Is that better than another mover?”
The driver let out of huge sigh of relief as his entire body relaxed. He stuck out his right hand and offered to shake mine. I shook his hand and told him I hope he understood what a huge break I was giving him.
He said, “I know. Thank you.”
After he signed the ticket I said, “Out of all the cops you’ve ever spoken to, was I the best?”
He laughed as he said, “Yes.”
I gave him his copy and offered my left fist as I said, “Give me knuckles.”
He fist bumped me with a smile and I walked away wondering why every person couldn’t be like that guy. Life would be so much easier if they were.