Breaking the Law
I just wanted to get home. I didn’t have any crazy expectations. Fortune let me down, however.
The week after all the snow fell, my commute to Baltimore got a little more cumbersome than usual.
First of all, some roads still had snow covering part of the travel lanes. That really didn’t bother me too much. I understood those delays.
Then I had to deal with the various and sundry plans which municipalities and counties had to remove some of the huge piles of snow. That slowed me down a little bit, but not enough to make me too upset.
I had the biggest problem with other drivers, some of whom seemed better off staying home and waiting until spring. When there’s no snow on the road and no plows on the road, we should all agree to drive at a normal speed without causing undue harm to others.
That philosophy apparently didn’t work for a lot of people so as I got close to home two weeks ago, I just wanted to make the final few turns, park the car and sit on the couch.
Then I saw him. I started to pray when I noticed the lights on top of the car. I hoped God would spare me just two blocks from my house. I wanted this particular officer to somehow not notice the burned out headlight on my car, something I had only recently noticed.
God didn’t answer my prayers.