SOMEBODY was having a bad day today, and it wasn’t me.<\/p>\n
This morning, I was driving Chocoholic<\/b><\/font> to her yoga class. We normally drive along Lake Shore Boulevard to get to Roncesvalles where the yoga studio is. Today, however, there was some kind of running thing going on and the Lake Shore was closed off at Windermere. No big deal, since we didn’t have to go too much further anyway. The rerouting took us up to the Queensway, and east to one block west of Roncesvalles. You dipsy-doodle up the back roads to avoid any traffic.<\/p>\n WELL as we were going up the turn lane, some Gino<\/i><\/b> in his over-resonated Honda Civic comes zooming up on my right and cuts in front of me just as I’m about to make my left turn. When that sort of thing happens, I get a little vocal and I laid on the horn as I make my turn! Gino zooms around the corner, veers wide (thankfully) so he wouldn’t crash into me, then screeches to a halt as I go past up the road. His displeasure is dripping all over his actions: “How DARE I tell him how he should drive?”<\/p>\n He then zooms up behind me, all aggressive-like. Chocoholic<\/b><\/font> gets all nervous: “You shouldn’t do that! He’s Italian! He could have a gun! You don’t know!” blah-blah-blah<\/b>. All that may be true, but A) this is Canada and we don’t have a lot of guns (UNFORTUNATELY, this is sadly becoming less and less true, illegal as the guns still are!)<\/i>, and B) I refuse to live my life in that atmosphere of fear and paranoia!<\/p>\n So I continue up the road, which has stop signs just about every corner. As we come up to one corner, we see a cop handing out a parking ticket. No biggie, right. Chocoholic<\/b><\/font> says the cop noticed and just laughed.<\/p>\n At the NEXT CORNER when I pull up to the stop sign, Gino decides to zoom around me. “Fine,” I say to Chocoholic<\/b><\/font>. “See? He’s now out of my way. You can relax.”<\/p>\n Then I look in my rear-view mirror and see a set of FLASHING RED LIGHTS<\/font> coming up behind me. Yes, it’s a cop!<\/b> Gino (still in front of me) pulls over to the right and stops (maybe thinking the cop is going to come after me?). I continue to drive slowly past Gino as the cop comes up behind me. (Yeah, I know I was supposed to pull over, too, but I figured if the cop had been after ME he would have continued past Gino.) As I continue to drive down the road, I hear the “SQUAWK! SQUAWK!”<\/i> from the cop car as he pulls up behind Gino!<\/p>\n We continued on our merry way. Who says there’s never a cop around when you need one? I wonder how much the ticket cost Gino?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" SOMEBODY was having a bad day today, and it wasn’t me. This morning, I was driving Chocoholic to her yoga class. We normally drive along Lake Shore Boulevard to get to Roncesvalles where the yoga studio is. Today, however, there … Continue reading