Treads, Donuts, and Burning Rubber

If I play dead, like an animal trying to survive in the wilderness, will it help?

The following stories are from a couple days ago:

Driving in this morning the local Denny's marlin read, "Cookie Dough Pancakes," umm...are you trying to kill me? I mean I'm all for eating cookie dough but cookie dough for breakfast - I'd probably go for it just because its my favorite type of desert flavor but man I can already picture the bellyache. Throw a shot glass size of Pepto Bysmol and you're on!

In other news - I attempted to drive in today staying positive and telling myself it's going to be a good day...that is until I got screamed at by a state trooper not that long after - that was fun - probably my fault but still didn't need to be talked to like that at such an early morning hour.

Am I a delinquent or a wild animal?

There was construction cone-type-things set up near the exit of where I normally get off for work and I was driving way under the constructions posted speed limit because it's dark outside and I'm trying to see where the turn off is and I'm trying to be safe for the workers because I know they are out here working in the dark practically.

I always hate those cone-type-things because unless the opening for you to enter between the two is dramatically spread apart I can never tell.

So I waited until I got past where I would normally get off because I didn't see an opening and then when I thought I saw one I took it - only to practically pull behind the cop's SUV.

The minute I saw his backup lights come on and he started backing up towards me I knew something was wrong - that I had gotten off too soon or done something wrong or maybe he was going to advice me to go further down the road.

But instead the end of his vehicle stops at the hood of my car and sits there so I think oh okay maybe he's is telling me to go past him and everything is ok. So I start creeping past him, I don't see his window down so I keep creeping along - growing increasingly unsure of what to do - then as I pass his window I hear him screaming to get my attention - so I stop the car - he begins to pull up at the same time I am backing up to reach his window - which I'm sure the car tag pissed him off but I was just trying to be near his window to hear what he was trying to tell me.

I put down my window and he just starts screaming, "GO!" at me and waving his arm for me to go forward. I began to apologize and the only thing that pops into my head is oh shit maybe the exit is completely closed or something so try to ask if it is since he seemed so angry what whatever I had done wrong but instead he cuts me off and continues to scream for me to go.

So I did. It's unfortunate that I have to say this or remind others of this but there is absolutely no need to speak to someone like that. If I was doing something wrong or being an asshole ok that's one thing but I wasn't. And instead of manning up about it and calling him what most others may have after pulling away from him - instead I cried about it for the next few minutes.

I don't deserve to be treated or talked to that way - no one does. I guess "treat others the way you want to be treated" doesn't apply with some and it completely goes out the window in regards to others. 

By the time I'm approaching the last interaction I can see lights spinning up ahead of me - white and red - oh no not again - and I can see that traffic is completely stopped and that the car in front of me is pulled at least four or five car lengths away from the car in front of them.

Upon closer examination I caught glimpses of what looked to be a silver corvette stingray - and the lights I had seen previously were its headlights and brake lights - doing donuts in the intersection. Before taking off not long after our light had turned green.

The smoke piles rose high to the sky from the asphalt, covering the area like thick fog.

I must say the patch they put down was beautifully done. It was almost two or maybe three donuts round - very nice - very dangerous especially so close to a gas station what if you would've lost control, just saying - but nicely done.

Driving through the smell of the burning rubber from the tires pulled at my nose hairs even though my windows were shut tight. The smell stayed in my nostrils the rest of the drive to work. I hated it. Not the smell itself but the memory that it gave to me. The memory that it cursed me with for that brief minute or two.

Maybe tomorrow will be different, God I hope so.