Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. The flashing red in his rear view mirror insisted he pull over quickly, but Jack let the car coast.

Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often? When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.

He slumped into his seat, the collar of his trench coat covering his ears. He tapped the steering wheel, doing his best to look bored, his eyes on the mirror. The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.

Bob? Bob from church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A Christian cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.

Jack was tempted to leave the window shut long enough to gain the psychological edge but decided on a different tack. Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.

"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."

"Hello, Jack." No smile.

"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."

'Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.

"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit-just this once." Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct."

Ouch. This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.

"What'd you clock me at?"

"Seventy-one. Would you sit back in your car, please?"

"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65."

The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.

"Please, Jack, in the car."

Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window. The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad. Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?

Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand. Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.

"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice. Bob returned to his car without a word.

Jack watched his retreat in the mirror, bottom teeth scratching his upper lip. When Bob vanished inside his car, Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost?

Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:

Dear Jack,

Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car. You guessed it - a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters. All three of them.

I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until heaven before I can ever hug her again.

A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had, Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be careful. My son is all I have left.

Bob

Jack shifted uncomfortably in his trench coat. Then he twisted around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he, too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.

*****
got this story from here.

dear nicky,

i think i have this special loathing for authority...like i don't wanna be bossed around and stuff. but curiously i always end up being the one who reluctantly follows the rules. i don't like that. i think i need a new job...again.

©kuyabimboy

dear nicky,

it's payday once again. not much, but just enough to offset my ever-so-special myriad of bills. need i mention the rent as well. all these years, and i still manage to maintain my status quo as a break-even man. hey it's a tough job, but somebody has to do it.

wish me luck with my savings

i'll see you tomorrow

©kuyabimboy

- mel
- kuyabimboy
- manyak

- september 11
- september 17
- october 11

- net
- watch porn
- write today's blog

- net
- bb kate
- porn

- nikon d300 kit
- intel core i7-based cpu
- lots and lots of money... mwahahaha!
TOP THREE PERSONS U LOVE SO MUCH:
- me
- kate
- my family (well ah, 4 sila)
- they said if i won't, a headless girl will come and kill me in my sleep
- i just don't know what to do
- beats thinking of that to write next

ey nicky,

you couldn't really think that i'd go up in flames for all the things i did in the past now, could you? forget it. it's just one of those stupid intros. i'd just like to take this opportunity to let it be known that i'm not an emo. i'm too old to be emo. well i was an emo and i loved emos a long time ago but not now no more.
well i found my lifesaver in kate. if not for her, i'd still be a beat-up pulp, sulking in a dark, damp corner of hell's abyss (that was an overstatement). but really. she is. and i think she's a keeper. so i'm not gonna let her get away. not this time. never. ever.  i love her way too much already and she does to me too...what more could i ever ask for? truth be told, she's actually my first girlfriend. ('',) okay go on laugh all you want, losers! yeah. good. if you've even took the time to notice, i'm actually a happier man than several years back. i just wish i could do the same for her. be her lifesaver when she needs one. always there for her whenever she needs me. and i intend on keeping to that. i swear it.
okay gotta go.
i'm on a call.

©kuyabimboy