Today I was driving down Hwy. 280 (my favorite road ever!) and attempting to move from the center lane into the right lane. The person in the right lane didn't want to let me in though, and he sped up to close the distance between his car and the car in front of him just to proove it. Despite his efforts, I managed to squeeze in anyway, and of course, that really pissed him off. When we both turned onto Valleydale Rd., he gunned his car calling out, "To infinity and beyond!" (because he was driving an Infinity, and I am just that lame), and raced by me.
Oh well, he was no longer any concern.
A few mintues later I came to a school zone, and a cop pulled out in front of me and turned out his lights. I'd had time to slow down to the posted speed limit, so I knew I wasn't in trouble. Misty said, "Wouldn't it be great if he were going after the guy who passed you?" Indeed it would be. And that's exactly who the cop nailed.
Since I'd been going about 40 mph before I slowed down, the guy who passed me must have been doing at least 45 20 mph over the limit in a school zone. Ah, wonderful karma.