Dear Mr. Policeman, Badge #27: Fuck You, you life endangering tax collector.
Joey's Vox | I Hate Speed Traps (aka Tax Collection)
You are a prick!
There was no weather, no rain, no wind, no slick roads, no houses, and no kids nearby. You were however, well hidden, in the dark, and between some trees. ... You intentionally put us all in danger to collect a $150. ... How do you feel about being minimized to the role of local tax collector - that is essentially what you are when you hide in the bushes and dispense tickets like Halloween candy. Was your life worth 13 miles per hours over the limit? How about the fact that I was a few feet away from only being 3 miles per hour over the limit? Evidently, I place a greater value on my family's life than you do of your own. All of this for $150? Give me a fuckin' break!
Now for the really pissed off part. You scared the shit out of my 2 year old - the one that was balling in the back seat when you approached my window - yeah that one. The one that was screaming, "bright light, bright light, I don't wike it". To top it all off, you wouldn't even turn down your 44349 kazillion watt light that blasted into my truck - even after I asked very politely and kindly as a favor for my daughter.
You are one classy son of a bitch. Fuck You, you life endangering tax collector.