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Nov24
Columbus’s Finest At Work For Me
Filed under: Uncategorized;No Comments(Please note … this post has been backdated for your protection)
I don’t know if you necessarily would agree with this or not, but there are moments in like where you feel like you’re getting a bad rap, things aren’t going your way, and everyone seems to be jumping all over you, and there’s no recourse, especially when you’re driving and trying to be faithful to the rules of the road. This story should remind you that every now and then, you’ll win and they won’t!
I was driving on Thanksgiving to Danielle’s parents’ house to get ready to head to Bowling Green for Thanksgiving (by the way, there is nothing there except the college. NOTHING!), and I’m exiting off of I-70 onto U.S. 33. Once you get off this exit, you have to merge over to the left lane and stay going 35 (even though it feels like you should go 55) because there is a ramp to another road there, which is nothing more then a total speed trap.
So I do this … and right behind me gets a Ford Explorer, driven by a non-responsible mom (you’ll see why in a second), who is tailgating me badly. Now because of this, I have no desire to go any faster, not to mention that it is 35, and I know the cops are checking. I wave in appreciation (just a wave, no finger). So as we get on the ramp, me still going 35, up the 2-way ramp, she swoops around me and passes me up. I honk in appreciation, and get a wave from her.
… the exact MOMENT that she waves at me, I see police lights behind me, which caught her making the move, passing in a no-passing area, and speeding. I get a HUGE grin on my face! Becuase, my morning had sucked, and suddenly, it was all good, because the slate was completely even.
(Oh yeah … the cop didn’t even pull her over, stopped her at the next traffic light, in the middle of the turn lane. I bet she got in some trouble, great example for the kid too!). It took everything I could to not wave back, but I did have to look back at her when I got to the traffic light.

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