I See It's Business As Usual Out In The 'Burbs

I just ran up to the local auto parts store to pick up some valve grinding compound and a tube of Prussian Blue to check the valve seats with on the little Briggs and Stratton lawn mower engine project I currently have torn apart.
I know damn good and well I have a little can of the grinding compound out in that disaster area of a garage somewhere, the same one I have been dragging from place to place for over thirty years now but I can't find it. My surprised face is missing today also.
What the hell the stuff is cheap and I know I didn't have any of the bluing compound anyway.

As I am tooling up the road to the main intersection I see a fucking Log Truck pulled over by the Sheriffs department for an inspection.
I didn't know they did that. I do know the Stater's are famous for that shit around here though.

Poor bastard, probably some Gypo outfit who is barely making a living as it is.

Then as I am leaving the parts house I spy a Vancouver cop backing into a driveway across the road to help lighten the wallets of those Evil Doers going over the local speed limit too.
This is about four blocks from the Log Truck.

Local government revenue generation in action.


Just another day in the Burbs, repeated thousands of times every day in every city in this entire country.

Sonsabitches anyway.