Celluloid

I made the right turn from Broadway onto Atlantic last night, en route to my book group in Long Beach. As I waited at the next stop light, I noticed a rather large flatbed truck waiting to go in the opposite direction. Nothing too unusual about it, except for the dozens of men standing in the bed arguing and the two men sitting on the hood, chatting away as if they'd been sitting there for hours. Directly in front of them idled a police car with two officers inside, ignoring the truck behind them, the passenger's arms flailing in animated conversation. What the Hell?, I thought. If I had been sitting on the hood of my car while someone else drove it down the street, you bet your ass I'd be thrown in jail. These guys were flaunting this in front of two police officers! And they sat in their car like a couple of morons!! Taxpayer dollars hard at work. And, for crying out loud, why weren't any of the other drivers making a big stink, trying to get the officers' attentions?

Then, the light changed to green.

The police car rolled through the intersection with the truck following closely behind, the two men seated on the hood operating a movie camera to film said police car.

So when you see a police car on the big screen passing a green Honda waiting to make a left turn, that'll be me hunched down in the seat with only my hands visible on the steering wheel.