I drive 25 miles to and from work every day. Today's traffic was particularly horrendous, and it took me over an hour to get home. That was because this weekend is the Strawberry Festival one town away from where I live (in the town that Katherine lives in actually). I myself have never gone. I guess I would rather eat strawberries in the comfort of my own home, and without the pleasure of paying twelve bucks just to get entrance to them.
But I digress.
Apparently the Strawberry Festival is a big draw to people from L.A. and the Inland Empire because there were a LOT of out of towners on the freeway. Whatever, I expected this as I can see the freeway from my office.
So here's what ticked me off: While everyone else is pretty much patiently cruising along at a leisurely 15 mph for several miles, some Angelenos (a.k.a. douchebags from L.A.) in a black Porsche Cayenne decide they're more important than everyone else and start passing people on the left shoulder every time traffic stops. Then when it picks up again they cut off some poor sap. Traffic stops - they pass, goes - cut someone off. I guess it was REALLY important they get to those strawberries ASAP. So I got peeved, but what could I do?
A minute or two after they pass me, I hear blaring sirens, and a cop speeds past, also in the shoulder. I prayed to sweet, sweet Jesus, "Please don't let him be racing to an accident, please say he saw that Cayenne..." And guess what? That's right - the good Lord answered my prayer. A couple minutes later I see the Cayenne pulled over on the right shoulder with the cop car behind it. YES!! I may have laughed and pointed. They probably didn't see me, but it made me feel better.
Apparently a lot of other people felt the same way. One or two cars beeped their horns as they drove past, and the cop gave a friendly wave. I imagine he was saying, "Just doin' my job, folks. Happy to be of service."
Ahhh... That was totally worth some exhaust in the face.