To get to my house you hop off the freeway, turn right at the light, go a short block to a stopsign, and then turn right at the stop. Voila! You're in front of my loft. People often take both turns at fairly high speed, since they're still in a freeway state of mind.
Tonight, as I was turning right onto my street, I noticed that there was a police cruiser sitting at the corner with its lights off. A very small number of seconds later, said police cruiser was on my tail, lights blaring.
"Fuck me with a nightstick", I thought to myself. "Today is just not my day."
Officer Friendly came up to the car and said, "You sure blew through that stop sign back there." I made my best apologetic noises, and explained that I hadn't intended to run the stop.
He took a quick look at my license, and asked me if I still lived on Walter Street. "No, I live right there", I said, pointing to my building.
He handed my license back. "Take it easy at that stop. There are bicyclists around here." And he sent me on my way.