Jingle All the Way
It was the last few days before Christmas so the freeways were packed. People were eager to get to the stores to do their shopping on the way home, so eager that every day my commute home encountered at least one accident on the freeway that snarled up traffic.
I’m crawling in the left-most lane and a car bulled his way in front of me. No signals, just took advantage of the reasonable following distance I was giving the car in front of me in the stop-and-go traffic.
I was alert, but I had to tap my brakes, peeping in my mirror to judge the distance between me the police car behind me.
Then the guy who cut me off, swerved over and crossed the double yellow lines to get into the HOV lane. I’d seen that sort of thing before and found myself wishing there had been a highway patrol officer around to witness this.
The lights behind me came on immediately. Traffic stopped in the HOV lane and the highway patrol car entered the lane. I might have smiled as I watched in my rear view mirror as the the officer begin to escort the other vehicle off the freeway.
It was going to be quite a trip to cross all that traffic and he was probably already in a hurry. Story credit: Reddit / jaidit