Miamians are famous for our driving.
And I’m a Miami driver: I moved to Miami when I was sixteen, had a few fender benders, a run-in with a drunk driver, and more than a several (traffic related) run-ins with the police.
So very few things surprise me.
Well, that’s what I thought until tonight’s Taco Bell run.
Traffic around campus was a disaster. A graduation had just finished at the Bank United Center, which is right in front of my dorm. Cops directed traffic and traffic moved smoothly until the Suburban in front of me stopped to pick up a graduate.
The bald cop directing traffic screamed, “CMON! You must be kidding me! MOVE IT!”
The Suburban took its sweet time and then rolled up to the cop. The driver then proceeded to throw a mini bitchfit at the cop before speeding off.
I was shocked.