In this tiny desert of about 400,000 people, I estimate that there are at MOST seven police officers doing anything at any given time. And their priority target seems to be me, and my stupid garbage headlight.
Pretty much every time that I have sped, or in one case, followed too closely, the law has been quick, ready, and able to pull me over, lest I commit these crimes again. Currently, the new threat to everyones' safety is my headlight.
It's an electrical issue, and my Nissan Maximumcost has a tendency to pull my pants down over every problem/price that it gets. I don't have the money to try and get it fixed, so I figure that the only thing to do is wait until I can fix it. The police have reminded me no less than seven times about this.
I know that it's my job to get it fixed and all that, but what I'm getting at is that now whenever I drive anywhere, people are rocketing past me, blissfully aware that if there's going to be any police activity from the seven police officers, it's going to involve me and my stupid headlight. I'm almost positive that last time I got pulled over I got to see an entire limousine full of people drive by, firing pistols into the air, trying to hit half-full vodka bottles.
At any rate, if you ever decide to visit this place, feel free to speed.
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