Where is a cop when I need one?

Posted on Thu 07/28/05 in South Florida

The number of times I think “Where is a cop when I need one,” during my daily drive is sickening.

But, last night, my prayers were answered. Beth and I were driving home from mom’s house last night down Pines Blvd in moderate traffic. A brand-spanking-new, yellow Chevy Cobalt SS pulled out of a plaza behind us as we approached a light. Just after going through the light, this guy zipped around to right in front of us. He did this to a couple more cars, almost hitting some weirdo pedestrian selling flowers in the middle of four lanes of oncoming traffic. It appeared this Speedy McGee wanted to be the fastest man in the traffic jam.

Beth and I both observed in disgust and said, “Where is a cop when we need one?” And to our surprise, a Pembroke Pines cop pulled up next to us. As we looked through his window, he was working the laptop and glancing toward this yellow menace. Could it be? Yes, it could! We agreed that he was running the plate (which was a temporary tag hardly visible) of Reckless Roger.

We had to turn soon, but we really wanted to see if he would get pulled over or not. We watched, but nothing happened. The closer we came to our turn, the more the suspense grew. Nothing was happening. Maybe the cop was just playing solitaire or minesweeper on his laptop while driving home from work?

Our turn was at the next light. We were still watching closely through the rear and side view mirrors to see if the cop would do his duty. We really wanted him to bust this guy. But, alas, we began our turn down Hiatus Road… let down by the free-for-all that South Florida’s roadways have become.

WAIT! Office Smiley has moved into position. Will the lights turn on? Will justice be served? We have just a few seconds before the scene will vanish behind the building on the corner.

LIGHTS!!!! HELL YEAH!!! Beth and I cheered and taunted that little yellow bastard and praised the officer for coming through with spectacular timing. And we laughed and joked that he was being given a ticket so great that he would have to sell his new supercharged piece of garbage to pay for his arrogance.

And the funny thing is, that driver will probably wish the same things of other drivers when he is older and appreciates life as I do.