Everything I Touch

Seems like lately everything I touch turns to S*#%. Computers, cars, you name it.


I'm "playing in traffic" today. That is to say I'm working the road construction site. All of a sudden, my car starts running real rough. Then it dies completely. This means, of course, I have no blue lights. The city shop comes out, replaces my battery, then tells me to drive it to the shop, that my alternator is bad. Great! So I get over there, get the keys to a spare, pull back down and they say, "No, you're good to go." It was just that my battery died. That's not so bad, but a pain in the butt nonetheless.


It doesn't cease to amaze me at the stupidity of our motoring public. They put up cones to block off the lanes they are working on, and I'll be darned if they don't pull up and try to go around them. Despite the fact that my patrol car is sitting in half of the lane! One guy got mad at me for stopping him. He was going in the opposite direction of the hospital when put him in the correct lane. Said he was taking his daughter to the hospital due to a spider bite. I never told him he couldn't go, just get in the lane that my car is not blocking!

It's almost criminal what they are paying me to sit here. Today, I've caught up on all the blogs. I've paid my bills, I've played solitaire. Just waiting for them to tell me if they need me to get out and direct traffic. But mostly, my mission is to sit here with my blue lights on, getting the cars to slow down.

About 1 o'clock, they got ready to pave the intersection. So all traffic had to stop for a short period of time while the equipment was in the roadway. They did one lane at a time, letting traffic go between lanes. After we had it shut for a few minutes, this one man starts beeping his horn. Next thing I know, he's cussing out the site foreman! He got his own cussing out. I asked him, "Do you not see the equipment in the roadway? What do you expect to accomplish by blowing your horn? You're gonna wait one way or the other. Why not exercise a little patience?" He started cussing at me, and I said, "One more word and you will go to jail for Disorderly Conduct." He rolled up his window and was quiet until he pulled through the intersection. He just had to have the last word by rolling down his window and calling the construction workers "F#$^&s." Too bad I didn't hear it, or hear about it 'til afterwards....