Traffic Obstruction ^_^
Chyeeeeeeeeah. Around 5, I blocked the Waikele off-ramp by parking my car on the road. About an hour later, a cop was waiting for me, but we didn’t confront him just yet. An unspecified time has passed and we go up to the cop. With each step, a sweat trickles down the officer’s brow. His composure begins to falter. At first, the cop seems trudging backwards towards his car. Eventually he’s in an uneasy recline, reminding of himself of his mistake. The tow truck he called during my abscence finally arrives. The cop scanned me, contemplating on a way to call off the tow truck in an unperturbing manner on my behalf. Seeing as I removed my glass to squeeze the bridge of nose out of irritation, he furtively signaled the tow truck driver with his eyes.
I turned around to the screeching tires and the smell of melted rubber. The tow truck made exited, leaving the cop, Fu-ran-se-su, and myself. After a deep sigh, I let the cop off with a warning, followed with my leave. Awesoooome day =D
The funny thing is, when I explained to my mom about the traffic violation, she didn’t care. Seriously. She just thinks something is wrong with my car, rofl. Epic day.
