Because no road in Massachusetts is ever truly done, I came across a resurfacing project on the way home from an appointment.
It meant the road was rough, and traffic was down to one lane because of work on the side of the road.
The officer put his hand up to stop my lane, but it was only going to be a minor inconvenience.
After all, I wasn’t in a hurry — my attitude might have been different if I was on my way to the appointment — and I was at the front of the line, so the cars in the other direction would go by, the police officer would wave me through and I’d be on my way.
That was until the driver in front of the other lane stopped to talk to the police officer.
About what, I do not know.
To be fair, it was not a lengthy conversation, but what is the thought process that says, “There are eight to 10 cars behind me, and another line of cars waiting … how about I stop to talk to the cop?”
I guess it’ll remain a mystery.
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