On Today's commute, like in every commute of every day, I drive by this car-sale lot. In this lot, about 2 out of 5 days, there's a motorized cop. Pointing its speed-gun to all drivers, including me. I am aware of this, it is always present in my mind, and would like to keep it that way. Because the day I forget, it is gonna happen. Last week, I only saw it once, and this week, just today, so far. And on both occasions, whichever car is a bit behind me at that moment, has gotten pulled over.
tsk tsk tsk
