November 19, 2014

How Not To Be A Smooth Talker

So my smart, doctor friend is stopped at a red
light in downtown Los Angeles when his cell rings.

He answers, tells his girl friend he’ll call her
right back, after parking.

As he puts his phone on the passenger seat, looks
out the window into the eyes of a motorcycle cop.

Who motions him over.

At which point my friend gives what he considers a
compelling, smooth-talk explanation of why he is such
an exemplary citizen, i.e., only at a red light would he
answer his cell, telling gf he’ll call back, etc.

Cop turns to walk to his bike to write up my friend.

Son of a bitch! says my friend.

Cop does a 180 back to the car window.

C: Did you say something?

F: No. But maybe I was thinking too loud.

C: Are you being smart with me?

F: Nope. I’m not smart with anybody. But you would
know that, since you read my mind to hear my thoughts.

Of course, he got the ticket.

And my friend still doesn’t think he should have.

Five years later.

WTF is that?

Tags: No good deed, etc, some would say; temper
tantrums are seldom productive; believing in free
passes is the adult version of believing in Santa; very cute,
they said at traffic school