Okay, so I went to L.A. to shop and eat with my friend from the East Bay, Ron. We were going to his friend's home in Venice when a white car started tailgating. When I pulled up to the traffic light, he was about 4 inches behind me. I put on the brakes a few times just to make him break that much harder.
A police car pulled alongside my left. I looked over. They hadn't seen anything, as one of them were texting. I starred until he look over at me.
"Excuse me, sir," I said. "The guy behind me is tailgating."
He look at the car behind me.
"You want me to arrest him?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
He smiled. "I tell you what," he said. "You go forward when the light change and we will pull in behind you."
Ron looked at me. What in hell did I just do?
"Ok," I said, as if I had a choice.
When the light changed, I proceeded forward. The cops turned on their flashing lights and got me behind me. The tailgater changed lanes immediately. He pulled alongside me, and I winked. Yeah, dude. Who you fooling with?
A block later, the police car pulled alongside me.
"Thank you, sir," I said, like an All-American citizen.
"I will bill you," he responded.
I chuckled, wondering if he had written down my license plates and was serious. Or was it all just fun on a gloomy Saturday afternoon in La-La land?
