Copper the Morning
The Fuzz was all over everything this morning. At Wawa, the Smokies were getting coffee, and there was more than one cruiser in the lot.
On the way to work, I drive through a small residential area, and there was a township cop parked on a corner waiting for speeders on a parallel road. I noticed him because there was a stop sign at that intersection.
As I pulled around the corner farther up and onto the parallel road (but heading away from the cop), a couple of cars were headed the other direction. They weren’t really going fast, but you never know what is going to trigger the local cops to stop you. I flashed my lights at them in warning.
I heard a story, but I can’t remember from whom, about someone who had passed a cop car on a country road travelling at the lawful speed limit. He flashed his lights at an oncoming car, who certainly would not have seen the cop hiding behind some bushes. Apparently, the cop saw him flashing his lights, and tore out behind him, sirens wailing. He was cited for obstruction of justice, or some crazy thing.