traffic tickets me arse...

so today while traversing the not-so-friendly length of 125th st in manhattan i was happily blathering away on the old dog and bone and, while catching up on some weekend scandal, i happened to see a pig car coming in the opposite direction. now, at the time i didn't think much of it; sure, i'm not supposed to be on the phone but surely they're not gonna bother a working man going about his business? sure enough, at the next red light the bastards pull up beside the old truck and direct the aforementioned working man to the side of the road.

"why you on de phone?" came the grammatically perfect question.

"because i forgot i couldn't use it in the city" came the disinterested reply.

now, bad enough was the fact i was late getting back to a job, i get ten fucking tickets a week already and i should really have a god damn hands free kit (thats more than one fact but let it slide people) but adding to my woes was the location of this incident, right on 125th st and 5th ave. for anyone not privvy to the geographical/racial variations of this fine town just let it be known that the white boy getting the ticket was definitely something worth having a look and a laugh at.

"look at dat white boy drivin that big ole bronco...who he think he is? OJ?"
"go on officuh. strip search his white ass...i wanna see dat"

something like that it went...

no points on the license this time, just a $90 wallet lightener but i will have to try and pick my traffic infringement areas a bit better for the next round...