So this morning I wake up and procrastinate going to work as long as I possibly can. I finally left home at around 11 on Eris.
Dude, my scooter was running great this morning for some reason! I have no idea why, but she just wanted to haul ass. So, I naturally obliged, especially with how late I was for work.
Now, I don't know why it didn't occur to me that since there's been a cop near Olive and Denny pretty much every day for the last two weeks, there would probably be one there today. I was going way too fast to think of such things. As I approached the part where one lane becomes parallel parking, I noticed that the person (about six cars ahead of me) in the left lane was going slooooooooow. People in Capitol Hill drive sloooooooooow. It actually looked like he was going to turn left at some point soon. So, being me, I gassed it and hauled down the right lane, in the little bit of space between the parked cars in the right lane and the moving ones in the left. As soon as I got past the slow car, I kicked it over to the left and I was all clear. Unfortunately, I kicked it over to the left right in front of a motorcycle cop. Fuck.
He pulls me over pretty much immediately and gets my license and stuff. He then proceeds to give me a lecture about my goofy ass driving and remind me that it hurts when you crash.
"Yes, sir. No, sir. Yes, sir. I'm retarded, sir."
In the end, NO TICKET, but I really need to remember that the cops like hanging out there from now on, because they're writing tickets there every day when I ride by. Damn cops.
Nothing much more interesting to report. Got to work, got some pizza, going to give blood in a few minutes, since I didn't crash and spill mine everywhere. I'm not a fan of the blood donation process, but it's gotta be done. I have too much.