Po Po Ho

Just lately I seem to have been having a strong relationship with the Po Po ( sorry recently watched Madea Goes to Jail and am in love with the Po Po phrase. Tim got pulled over in L.A in my car, I haven't mentioned it, but I got pulled over two weeks ago by a scary looking bike cop and I don't mean the ching ching pull over get in the basket kind, I mean the motorbike cop who leaned in my window with his mirror glasses and deep I am going to F**K you up if you don't respect my authority type. For not fully pulling into the left lane when I made a left turn, please..... don't you have real criminals to go and bother. Anyway driving down River Road Saturday I saw in my rear view mirror a little old codger in a big spanking Cadillac drift over from his right lane into the left lane which was occupied by a small Hyundai, I immediately pulled over as I remember that when I got swiped by some twat who ran a red light, if it hadn't been for a witness, I would have had a hard time proving that I wasn't in the wrong. Anyhow I digress, so..... I pulled over, and to my surprise the car that had been hit, came speeding past me (yes I got the plates, there is no hiding from MamaTan's beady little eyes) and then the Cadillac passed me so I figured WTF and drove off to go bout me business. Picked up my package and then toddled off to Target only to find the little old man parked off to the side of the road, so I stopped to help, and long story short I am now a material witness and my testimony could have detrimental effects to the outcome of the case. Ok, slight exaggeration, still don't understand why the car that was hit didn't stop, but I gave the plates to the Po Po and unfortunately had to tell the Po Po that it was the little old 87 year old man that swerved into the other lane. My goodness he could hardly see over the dash. So there you have it, big shout out to the Po Po who are starting to know me by my first name.