Twice this week on the way to work I saw a car pulled over by a cop for speeding. EVERY time I see someone pulled over I have two thoughts:
a) I feel like cops are predators on the Serengeti & I am an innocent gazelle amongst my herd, travelling down the freeway unaware of the lions lurking in clever corners with radar guns.
b) Each time I pass someone getting a ticket I am thankful that this time I was not the weakest gazelle. I feel like I should throw five or ten bucks out the window to the weak gazelle to say, "thanks for taking one for the team. Because you're pulled over & the cop is distracted, he will not know I am going 65 in a 55."