By Tony Hicks
Tuesday, June 9th, 2009 at 12:03 pm in Uncategorized.
So I started my day at 3:45 A.M., with my daughter inexplicably deciding to have drum practice in her crib. I have no idea what she was so hyped up and happy about, other than she knew it was her first birthday and wanted to get a jump on the celebration. Her last name is Hicks, after all. So I got her back to sleep after an hour … and, of course, I stayed awake until 6:30.
Then, the poor kid has to go to the doctor and get a shot – on her birthday. Then, after the doctor examines her and tells us her constant ear infections may be a sign of a bigger problem and she needs to see a specialist, the poor kid hits her head leaving the office.
But things started looking up on the way home. I was at a red light on Clayton Road and, just as it turns green, the guy to my left gets ticked off at waiting for his own red light and shoots through the intersection. He misses me, but the car to my right has to lock up the brakes.
Then something wonderful happened.
The red light runner apparently missed the cop sitting right behind him, who did a double take, then reacted like the guy just robbed a bank. Unfortunately I couldn’t wait around to see if he clubbed the perp. The memory, though, almost makes up for all those times some jerkoff is driving like an idiot with no cops around, and you think to yourself “Why is there never a cop around in times like this, yet I get nailed for doing 67 in a 65?”