Sleep? What’s that?

[chupathingie]

So I’m flyin’ down the road enjoying being able to tach an engine up to 9 grand with Dr Steel’s “Drop da Bomb” blasting as I pass by Pantex (I thought that was rather apropos) when the red&blues light up my rearview. One of the state boys wanting a word with me:

“I stopped you for speeding. You know how fast you were going?”
“Umm… not really… I’d rather be home sleeping, but they woke me up for a callout.”
“Who do you work for?”
“Who Wants To Know ?.”
“Sit tight, sir, I’m going to write you up a warning and get you on your way.”

I love this job. Well, except for that being-up-til-3AM-on-a-worknight thing. That kinda sucks.

[Farktographer]

Sleep is for the weak.

[orionid]

Bravo. I think this tops the time I got an escort all the way back to base.

“Do you know how fast you were going?”
“Yes Sir. ‘Bout 95.”
“And why is that?”
“Couldn’t tell you. All I know is that I was home enjoying time on leave when I got a call about an hour ago telling me to get to the boat right now. I operate the nuclear reactor. When I get a call like that, I don’t ask. I pull up my pants, kiss my girl, and go.”
“Uhhh……” *looks in my back seat, sees fishing gear and a backpack* “Hang on a sec. I’ll clear the way.”

Richmond City PD took me all the way to the front gates at 110 mph with his lights going.

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