I can't (won't?) help it

This morning on my way to work I was going what I thought was pretty fast in the passing lane on Route 104. Well, around the spot where I pass Medley Center a driver behind me flashed his lights wanting me to let him through. I said, out loud, "You have got to be kidding me!" and moved over. Slowly. I like to do that when people annoy me. But the story gets better.

Traffic was moving slower than usual due to a heavier than normal presence of New York State Troopers and there were plenty of people I could have flashed my lights at to move over. But I didn't because I am much too polite for that. Besides, the stress of people annoying me is lessened somewhat by my penchant to talk to myself. But, then, there it was:

The guy that flashed his lights at me and that I so "graciously" moved over for was pulled over by a State Trooper. As I drove by I made a sound that I can't spell very well so I will leave it up to your imagination to determine what it was.

I know I shouldn't be happy about how I reacted. I should be happy that the law was being enforced and that God is taking care of us through the presence of the police. I was more happy that the guy that annoyed me was getting a ticket. I guess I can't (won't) help it, but I need to. God knows I need to.


  1. This reminds me of a certain young man who lives at my house and is very annoyed by the fact that everyone else seems to get away with it and he has a penchant for attracting the law, or at least being wherever they happen to be. It does help, in a very small way, if he wears his ambulance jacket when he goes to court, but not much. I say, "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. "


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