Driving Schaedenfreude
Dec. 21st, 2005 07:02 amThere I was, driving down John Laurie Blvd, having just dropped
kermie_canada off at the airport. I was almost home when some jackass in a big black truck (and not a working truck either - this was one of those big fat-tired, raised-two-meters-off-the-ground, my-penis-is-the-size-of-a-breakfast-sausage, sport trucks) comes barreling up past me. He's speeding, weaving in and out of traffic and making a basic pain out of himself.
I think to myself "why are you driving like that, it's not like you're going to put any distance between us, there's too much traffic. Kee-Rist there is never a cop around when you need one".
That's when the cop pulled him over.
I think to myself "why are you driving like that, it's not like you're going to put any distance between us, there's too much traffic. Kee-Rist there is never a cop around when you need one".
That's when the cop pulled him over.
Re: Comeuppance...
Date: 2005-12-21 09:48 pm (UTC)She had awoken one night to some noise and looked out her window to investigate. Way down below, across the street in the parking lot, she saw some guys breaking into cars. Naturally, she called the cops, who showed up right quick.
Well the theives saw the cop car pull up so they ducked behind some cars, and tried to surreptitiously make there get away.
Problem was, the cop was on his cell phone talking to my neighbor, who had a 200 foot vantage point (we were both on the 20th floor you see). It was like having a police helicopter, only silent and invisible. She guided the cops right to them. After catching them and putting them away in the cruiser he tried to spot her from below. He couldn't, even knowing what floot she was on. No lights on in her apartment and over 120 units facing the parking lot made her effectively invisible.
As for criminal masterminds, a man with a briefcase can always make more money than a man with a gun.