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Input: It was heavily snowing nickel sized flakes since 1pm here and by the time I was off work there was a good inch of slippery, treacherous sludge on top of the asphalt. I decided to take the boring drive home. One of the big reasons I hate going that way is an intolerably short light where the two big roads cross. It has two lanes but the left lane becomes a turn only almost immediately after the intersection and is an invitation for asshole behavior as most civilized people stay right and wait their turn. I have occasionally been that asshole, but today I decided to be patient. I waited 3 turns of the light in that damn right lane, and suddenly I hear the sounds of an asshole who's had enough of this waiting bullshit. He's driving a Challenger. Of course he is. He's decided to enter a torquey rear wheel drive car in a drag race - ON FUCKING SNOW. I am silently seething thinking if I was up front I could totally take him because AWD + TURBO + SNOW = WINNING. Fact. I see someone else jump out to cut the line with him. Fucker! Both these jackasses are going to dive in front of the people in front of me and I'll be lucky to make the light. Then I realize it's got government wheels. It's an unmarked Explorer. Mopar Douche had no idea there's a cop right behind him. His rear window is covered in snow. I switch from seething to anticipation... Oh shit! He's gonna go sliding through the intersection and get lit up by Burger King. He creeps on the red light - violation 1. He can be pulled over any time now. He creeps again. Then again. He's almost in the crosswalk before the other light even goes yellow. I take it all in. He gets on it as soon as the light goes green and gets a good foot or so of tail movement from tire spin. He's still going faster than the guy on the right. He does a bit more fishtailing and then cut over right. The Explorer is right behind him four cars ahead. He doesn't pull him over. I'm mad again. Traffic ahead of me slows down as someone makes a left. Traffic gets going again, and there I see it - the sex lights on the right shoulder. Am I the asshole for literally laughing out loud at watching instant karma play out?

laughing at someone getting pulled over