Here comes my story with way less ugly words as I used during that moment.
picture by @Detlev and the city of Aachen
Driving with the Lights Off (Or: How the Universe Hates My Car and Loves Cops)
Picture this: a lazy, sunless afternoon. Exactly that kind of day where the sky is a washed out gray, the world feels draped in a halfhearted blanket of apathy, and even your coffee has given up.
I’m behind the wheel of my old car, windows down, radio playing something moody and vaguely rebellious, just trying to outrun the nothingness of my own thoughts. No real stress, just the kind of numb peace that comes before disaster.
picture by ChatGPT made by a creative prompt from me
And then, because the universe is a comedian with a cruel sense of timing and an unhealthy obsession with irony, I’m rolling a little too fast.
Not reckless, not wild, just… faster than the law would like.
The speed limit? More like a suggestion, whispered by bureaucrats with too much time on their hands.
Who even decides these things? People who’ve never felt the thrill of an open road, that’s who.
But the joke’s on me.
animation by ChatGPT made by a creative prompt from me
A flash red, angry, like a warning from the gods. My stomach drops. My vocabulary expands, explosively, into a symphony of ugly words.
“Speed control??”
I growl, as if the universe itself is personally responsible for my current predicament.
„Why not just put us all on leashes?”
Luckily there was no cop around only this f@@
„Should I stop and kill it?“
Nooo, no - maybe it was not so much to fast.
Anyway, welcome to my life. Where even the laziest afternoon can turn into a morality play, starring me, my car, and a ticket I didn’t want but probably deserved.
At least it gives me something more to write about. That, and a new reason to curse the sky, the law, and my own lead foot.
Feel free to crank the volume on that radio and curse the world with me. Sometimes, the only way to survive is to laugh - or scream - into the void.
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