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Originally posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)
This all would have been easier if you did what I did. Similar situation, New Jersey Turnpike, southern end. Backed up for miles. Ass jack in an SL500 decides the empty breakdown lane would be a great way to cut some time off of his wait. Of course, since he's about a mile back, I can see him for a good while, and pull just enough into the breakdown lane that he has to slow down . . . just enough to give the NJ state trooper time to see him and pull him over.
Ah, sweet, sweet justice.
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Coming out of Coachella one year (we haven't been back because of the bullshit that is the traffic trying to get in and out of Coachella), we spent over two hours in the parking lot (the first 40 minutes or so we didn't even move) trying to get out and when we finally had funnelled our way towards the front of the exit (cars coming from 30 directions, all trying to get to one point of exit), the car in front of us pissed off the cop who was directing traffic, so he started skipping our lane and letting everyone else out. Mr. Man was so angry at the guy (the person in front of us) that I thought he might climb out of the car and start hitting him right there. I doubt the cop would have stopped him. Instead we had to prevail upon someone in the lane next to us to let us cut over. When we made it out, the cop-pisser-offer guy was still sitting there. Trapped.
Lesson: Don't mess with the traffic cop if he is your only way to freedom.
