We had just finished breakfast with Aunt and Cousin Yoy. Mr. Yoy was at work, so I was flying solo. I was waiting at the light at Peachtree and Peachtree Battle (insert Atlanta joke here). I was heading straight. These are important details.
There was also some sort of run event happening on Peachtree and they had two Atlanta Police officers out there directing the traffic out of the shopping center.
The woman officer gave me the green light to make a right onto Peachtree. I signalled that I needed to go straight and she nodded her head and told me to wait a minute.
I checked the clock. I had been sitting there for three minutes. Little E was in desperate need for a nap. I was a Yoy on a schedule and this was throwing a wrench into my plan. I needed to have Little E back up from his nap at 11:30 so I could get to our next event for the day. We needed to get home, ASAP.
Light cycle after light cycle they waved through people making a left out of the shopping center while ignoring my lane.
I was getting mad. Now we had been sitting there for six minutes. I could have run home faster. Not really, but I was becoming illogical with my anger. This will explain what happens next.
A pack of four bikers pull up next to me. Good luck, I think. Them plus the now twelve cars lined up behind me are going to be living at this shopping center for a long, long time. The other police officer waves them through to go straight. Well, if they can go, I'm going. I've been sitting at this light for eight minutes and my blood is boiling. I gun it.
The officer yelled at me. I was now parked in the middle of Peachtree Street. Hey if I can't go, than no one else should be able to either. Mrs. Yoy teaching her kids outstanding morals, I know.
I yell back to the officer.
YOU LET THE BIKES GO!
He snapped back at me.
YOU ARE NOT A BIKE!
Thanks, captain obvious.
I'VE BEEN SITTING AT THIS LIGHT FOR EIGHT MINUTES! I'VE GOT TO GET MY BABY HOME FOR A NAP!
The sympathetic cop replied.
I DON'T CARE!
After some gassed runners limped by, he waves me through. I was like 99% sure I was going to be arrested for being smart to him. I didn't care. I was mad at their complete incompetence.
I looked in my rear view mirror at the poor soul behind me. He tried to sneak through and was also yelled at. But, I was through. And that's all that mattered.
Look, directing traffic sucks. I get it. But that doesn't mean you have to be terrible at it.
This is my second disheartening encounter with APD in the past few weeks. First, they took like 15 minutes to respond to my 911 call during puttin the "hood" in neighborhood. This does not give me warm fuzzies about our safety as city residents.
And now this.
Bad Yoys! Bad Yoys! Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?