Driving Schaedenfreude

[jamesq]

There 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.

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[catalytic.livejournal.com]

I LOVE it when that happens! I had a similar situation a few years ago. I was driving down deerfoot when a pickup truck barrels past me like I'm standing still. He's weaving in and out of traffic like he's dodging traffic cones. Just as I started the thought "where the hell are the police when you need..." an unmarked cop car screams past me driving just that much faster.

I'm pretty sure the only way the driver of the pickup truck could have avoided losing his license that day would have been to slam himself into a concrete median.

Re: Because I am a Curious Moo...

[jamesq]

I was on my way back, so this was westbound John Laurie between Brisbois and Shaganappi.

Anyone who gets tagged for speeding on John Laurie gets what they deserve, I see cops along this stretch of road all the time.

Re: Because I am a Curious Moo...

[jamesq]

About 7:30 pm.

Comeuppance...

[nikitaa.livejournal.com]

My favorite irony was when G and I lived in the apartment south of Heritage. I noticed a fellow who seemed to be living out of his car - sleeping in the back seat, his luggage was in the trunk... and he was there for a few days. Paranoia kicked in, and on the chance that he was trying to case the apartments - or any other myriad of possibilities - I called and reported the oddity. I had barely hung up the phone when a knock came on my door. It was a very nice policeman who came up to say "Thank you" for delivering such a nicely wrapped gift.

You see, the car was stolen - and it flagged when I reported the plate... and when the police stopped by the person who was definitely not the car's owner was fast asleep in the back seat... I wish I could have seen the expression on his face as he was rudely awoken.

I gather it is not that often that cops get the bad guys handed to them on a silver platter. (Not only was he in posession of a stolen car, but he was wanted on a few other charges as well). I figured it was retribution against the bastard who had tried to break into my car the year before. Ah, Karma...

The really funny part? We lived less than 2 blocks from the local cop shop... A criminal mastermind had nothing to fear from this guy!

Re: Comeuppance...

[jamesq]

When I lived at Ggothic Towers (aka The Continental Towers, downtown), I was chatting with one of my neighbors.

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.

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[nosarious.livejournal.com]

When I was driving for the copier companies a whole long time ago, I remember getting irate at people who drove like that, until one manager made the perfect comment.

"That guy bothering you?" he asked while I was swearing "Can you do anything about it? Then why worry about it"

It always struck me as the best advice. Now I try to only worry about the stuff I have control over. I am aware of bad drivers, and do my best to avoid their consequences, but I no longer yell and scream or complain about them. There's just no point in stressing myself over someone else's stupidity.