I've always thought two kinds of people become cops; the officious, power mad type and the hoon.
I met one of the latter last night. I merged from the Union St on-ramp into the left lane, waited for Mr Hoon in a M/way car to pass in the right lane then slotted in behind him. He was doing 55 - 60 k's, the traffic ahead was pulling away so when a gap opened between him and a truck in the left lane I indicated (naturally) nailed it and moved left.
Bugger me if the sod didn't move left and block me! I gave him the raised ' what the fuck do you think you're doing' arm signal and switched back to the right lane, pulled alongside him and gave him the "withering stare", which doesn't work too well with a tinted visor.
The cheeky bastid turned to me with this shit eating grin on his dial.
Shit, if he wants to play, he should meet me off duty up on 16.
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