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[petermarcus]

Karma just kissed me full on the lips, and it was tasty.

So I'm driving on one of the Atlanta highways during lunch, and a motorcycle cop nails me on the side of the road. I mean, he gets me bang on -- 80 in a 60 zone, and as I saw him and tried to slow down, he pointed his radar at me, looked at it, dropped it, and immediately jumped on his bike.

I'm caught. I figure I can try to scoot up the highway a bit to my exit, but I don't want to piss him off. I figure I can start to pull over, and do the "I'm sorry, I know you got me" plead for a warning, but I don't want to make it too easy for the cop. Instead, I pull in front of a semi, as my exit is coming up.

I see the guy about 1/4 - 1/2 mile back, weaving in and out of lanes with his siren on, looking for me. Then he gives up. I mean, I was right there in front of the semi, I wasn't invisible or anything, he just doesn't see me, or he forgets what I look like. He just gives up and pulls over to the side of the road.

*schaaamooch* from Ms. Karma ;)

Comments

[hisbeauty.livejournal.com]

Would You Like some Chapstick? :)

[petermarcus.livejournal.com]

I think I'll have my lips bronzed instead ;)