This is just the sort of gossip that makes a blog juicy, so forgive me for not sharing sooner.

Brent evidently went wild on the streets of Calera while I was in Atlanta.

He got a traffic violation.

Our neighborhood resides just past a small train museum which sits just behind downtown, the crime district of Calera. It’s bad ya’ll… people throw trash out their car windows, walk their dogs without leashes… and while his family was away, Brent went on his own crime spree and did a rolling stop. Shameful, I know!

While he was in the process of disgracing the family name, one of the two cops on duty was sitting in the parking lot of the SavMor (where you can find a plethora of foods under the name brand ShurFresh. I’m not kidding. That just screams “quality” doesn’t it? I digress.)

So the cop pulls Brent over, and once he had assured Brent that he was issuing a ticket, Brent let loose on him. He explained in so many words, the ridiculousness of him sitting in the parking lot just waiting for someone to do a rolling stop (on an incline no less). Brent has strong opinions about cops enforcing traffic laws… or rather, about traffic laws in general.

The cop responded patiently and said that they had been getting a lot of complaints about folks running that stop sign. Seriously. If you saw the intersection he was referring to, you’d laugh. Out loud.

Brent’s response? “Sir, you wanna know why so many people roll through that stop sign?

…it’s because there’s no one coming.”

While we may be paying that ticket, we can sleep good at night knowing that we stuck it to the man in our own little way… and that one of the three stop signs in the crime district is being heavily policed.