It Was a Lovely Day

Until the motorcycle cop pulled me over for speeding.

The ticket I'm not arguing. I was speeding; that's the risk you run. But do they have to be such complete dicks?

First he yells at me because I pulled over to the side of the road rather than pulling into the driveway of the funeral home (bets on whether I'd have been resisting arrest if I'd done it the other way?). Then he scrutinizes my car, obviously desperate to ding me for as much as possible - he checked all my lights, which, thankfully, worked. He ran my license. Then he gave me another ticket for not being insured because I'd put the expired insurance card in my wallet and filed the new one, apparently. That one I can get rid of by paying an administrative fee and mailing proof of insurance. He was positively gleeful when he wrote it out, though.

So, yeah. A ticket and higher insurance rates isn't enough to ruin your day; you have to sit there and play nice with some sadistic, power-hungry fuckwit who wants to prove just how much control he has.