There are few things in life that makes me as happy as seeing someone busted for violating the HOV lane. So imagine my pleasant surprise this morning.
Traffic was especially sweltering, probably due to the fact that in the state of Georgia, it’s spring break for most schools and colleges. After the section of Interstate 75/85 known as the “Grady Curve,” there are occasionally strategically placed cops sitting in the shoulder, attempting to capitalize on unsuspecting HOV lane violators who can’t see them just ahead, only to come out of the curve to see them way too late to even attempt to get out of the lane for their indiscretion.
I didn’t even suspect that the brand-new 7-Series BMW with temporary tags in front of me was violating the HOV lane. I wouldn’t have been able to tell, since despite the newness of the vehicle, no time was wasted at getting the side and rear windows tinted. I didn’t really think much of it either, considering it had literally been years since the last time I actually witnessed someone getting busted. But then I saw the cop, immediately after coming out of the Grady Curve; he must have felt like being extra vigilant this morning, or he was enjoying the morning weather of high-60s and pollen counts slightly lower for the time of day, because he was outside of his car, facing oncoming traffic, vigilantly looking into the front windshields of the parade of cars, seeking out those with only one warm body in the driver’s seat.
As we crawled closer to the cop, I noticed that his head was following the BMW in front of me. This, I did notice, because typically they’re stoic and maintain vigilant to all cars, so maybe he just caught someone. Upon passing the cop, I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw the deliberate motion of the officer removing his hat, and his body lowering itself into the cruiser. At this point, the BMW in front of me quickly got out of the HOV lane. Glancing back again, the cruiser had begun moving, and was entering the dearth of morning traffic. The lights popped on, and I let out a rejoice and a fist pop simultaneously, as the police cruiser sidled up right behind the BMW and initiated ownage. Passing the BMW now, I glanced over to indeed see, just one person, a pompous-looking black guy, with nobody else in the vehicle, with a deep cringe in his face – QQ moar, noob, your arrogance just got you busted.
So imagine my pleasant surprise indeed. Black guy douchebag in douchebag BMW 7-series, brand new, but already its windows tinted to obviously obscure visibility into the vehicle, still gets caught and busted for violating the HOV lane, meant for responsible carpoolers. After running behind and feeling cranky, it was the perfect remedy for turning my morning around.
