sometimes I feel like I win

I can't say enough about the drivers in Florida. Your first thought is probably that I am talking about all the old people down here. Well, I'm not. I'm talking about the younger people who apparently took their driving lessons from Mister Magoo. But this is a story of some goodness that recently happened to me in a roundabout way...

I have a very short commute to and from work. 8 minutes to be exact. I take a right, 2 lefts, 2 rights, and 3 lefts to get to my driveway. Easy. Well, the second left is at a crazy intersection where you can't see the oncoming traffic. I don't know who engineered this intersection, but it is dangerous to say the least. I haven't seen or been in an accident here (knock on wood), but you have to be really careful when making a left turn. This particular day was like any other and I crossed my fingers and made the left turn. To do this you really have to give the car some gas and go. As I did this I noticed a police car was coming down the road. He got behind me and followed me down the road. I had nothing to be nervous about but for some reason I always get nervous when the police are behind me. Do I have a tail light out? Am I driving too fast? Is he in a bad mood and going to pull me over just to be a jerk?

Mr. Police followed me down the road and when I made a right turn, so did he. I made sure to follow the speed limit (I'm not a speeder, but we all drive a little too fast down these roads) and maintain the 10 and 2 grip on the steering wheel. It was all good. When we got to a stop sign I came to a complete stop and looked for oncoming traffic. There was a car a ways down the road so I made my turn. As soon as I finished the turn I looked in my rear view mirror and the car that had just been way down the road was barreling towards me, horn blaring. This guy was obviously flying down the road and he was pissed because he thought I pulled out right in front of him. Had he been going the proper speed he would have been fine. I just laughed because I knew that if I had seen what just happened, then Mr. Police did too, but the honking jerk behind me didn't see the cop.

I prayed real quick that the cop would pull him over and sure enough he did! It was music to my ears (and eyes) to hear his siren and see his lights flash as he pulled over the speeding jerk. I sang a little happy song on the rest of my ride home, which was about 30 seconds. Sometimes good things happen to good people. And that day it was me!