Friday my main squeeze and I ventured out to a place called Round 1 down the south shore of the state (as a side note - tons of fun! See if there's one near you. Think Dave and Buster's but with half the stock as games imported from Japan, plus bowling, darts, pool and other activities)
We're driving back north that night up interstate 495 and my poor man is shocked to see people flying past him while he's in the middle lane doing close to 70-75. I have to remind him one again he is in the land of Massholes, we drive differently here.
A tan Scion flies past him doing close to 90, and he goes "See what I mean? Where's a cop for this?"
Then we see the statie slowly coming up behind us in the mirror.
We see him pick up speed as he goes around us.
We watch him start to gain some ground. We watch the lights go on and he starts to chase.
And a minute later we watch and laugh as he bags the tan Scion.
We're driving back north that night up interstate 495 and my poor man is shocked to see people flying past him while he's in the middle lane doing close to 70-75. I have to remind him one again he is in the land of Massholes, we drive differently here.
A tan Scion flies past him doing close to 90, and he goes "See what I mean? Where's a cop for this?"
Then we see the statie slowly coming up behind us in the mirror.
We see him pick up speed as he goes around us.
We watch him start to gain some ground. We watch the lights go on and he starts to chase.
And a minute later we watch and laugh as he bags the tan Scion.
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