So a few weeks ago my coworker and I noticed a short, siren-like sound that happened every so often. We finally looked out the window to see a motorcycle cop giving someone a ticket. Suddenly our afternoon became much more entertaining. Now every time we heard the siren, we'd rush to the window to see what new poor sap was reaching for his license and registration. The fun spread down the whole side of our office--anyone who could see the street he was working.
Yesterday he was back, and this time he brought a friend! Another coworker had come in to ask us a question and stayed to point out where the cop was hiding. We all sat and watched the cars pull through this four-way stop, ooh-ing and aah-ing as people almost didn't stop but then saw the cop so they did. It didn't take more than two minutes before the first cop had pealed out to go after someone (he stopped; we think it was for tinted windows). Almost immediately, his friend went after someone else. We all had a good laugh (maybe too good on my part) and went back to work.
So beware of driving near my office. There's a motorcycle cop who likes to hang around, and if he stops you, I will more than likely be laughing at you.
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