Oh No, You Didn't.

On my way to work, true to DC fashion, there are several roads that converge with little time to change lanes before they turn into exits, so it can get a little chaotic during rush hour. I know this, and although the people who know me best know that I am not the most patient driver (I try! Really I do!), I realize that they have to merge. So when they signal and wait patiently, I generally have no problem letting them in.

Yesterday, however, the car did neither as he accelerated into a very small space without using his turn signal. And as he was cutting me off, I honked my horn to let him no that that was NOT cool. At the same moment that I was honking, I realized it was an unmarked police car. He then slowed way down, turned on his lights, and through the highly tinted rear window I could faintly make out his hand signalling me to pull over. Not going to happen. We drove for about 30 seconds to a full minute like that, going about 25 in a 55. Then he gave up. I think that, at some level, he must have weighed his hurt pride against the fact that he cut me off and didn't use a signal while changing lanes. I would have loved how that conversation would have gone. But, in any case, I'm glad I didn't have to have it at all. Sometimes, it's just easier to feign ignorance than prove innocence.