Saturday morning I was up and at 'em early to drive up to Boston to go wedding dress shopping with my friend Leroy*.
It's about a 2 hour drive from my house. I've made this drive so many times my car pretty much drives itself as I continue to amaze myself by guessing the cities and mileage on highway signs (which I memorized long ago. it doesn't take much to amuse myself)
Just as I was crossing into Massachusetts, a black beemer with Connecticut plates, who was driving ON TOP OF ME, whips into the left lane and blows by me going 90.
After giving him the finger (ever the lady), I watch him become a speck on the highway up ahead.
About 40 miles later, traffic slows as we pass a state trooper on the side of the road, lights flashing, having pulled over – you guessed it – my friend in the beemer.
LOVE it.
Sometimes life is awesome like that.
*Not her real name. But do we sing "Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown" to her? Every chance we get.
*And Leroy got her dress! BEAUTIFUL!
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6 comments:
I always hope to see that happen, and it NEVER does! I say you should savor every drop of satisfaction you can muster!
How was it getting into Boston yesterday with the Head of the Charles going on?
Karma is sweet and that was definitely karma.
Love it that the cops got that guy that blew past you! So very awesome!
Haha- I love it when that happens - I get so excited! :-)
It's about time karma kicked in for that guy! I love Boston, too, and was just trying to convince the Pretend Husband we should retire there years and years and years down the road (he still won't agree).
LMB: well, I didn't know it was the Head of the Charles until I turned onto Memorial Drive and saw everyone hanging over the bridges and cheering. it was a perfect day for it – sunny and brisk!
Kat: since Mr. KK and I, too, are going to retire in Boston, we will look you up. We can drink too much together at Sunday brunch and then race our walkers home.
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