Chips

You know what really aggravates me, besides pigeons and assholes, that is? I was driving down 101 at Hospital Curve this morning, keeping up with the flow of commuter traffic, when out of nowhere zooms in a CHP. Instantly the flow of 75 m.p.h. traffic screeches to a modest 50 m.p.h. as dictated by the speed limit signs. I looked in the rear view mirror to see the traffic start to pile up, hoping that no one would rear-end me. So, the presence of the highway patrol shatters a wonderfully flowing commute rendering all of us snails on the road in fear of being crushed for speeding and whatever else Mr. Chip wants to give out that morning. That's what aggravates me. I can understand their need to monitor the traffic and prevent accidents and shitheads from clogging up the roadways, but when the circulation is unhindered and efficient, albeit above the limit, they make a mess of things. I know that they can't monitor the commute from anywhere else but the roads, and maybe I'm more irritated by the people around me who slam on their brakes even when they see a San Francisco police car show up on the highway. But with the climate of the SFPD as it is nowadays, I should be wary of them, too, I suppose. So after that being said, I don't really know what aggravates me, either. It's just another rant.