Had an important meeting with my boss at the hospital this morning. There was some light snow so instead of trusting on the trains which cease to move when even a leaf drops on the tracks I took matter in my own hands and opted for the worlds largest parking place also now as the Dutch highway system.
Considering the fact that I needed to be on time my roommates Lancia Beta wouldn't be sufficient, so I asked my surgeon friend for his 3000 pound chunk of German masterrace precision engineered Porsche 911 which has a tea tray spoiler roughly the size of Sheffield.
Mere moments after setting of I joined the traffic jam, it took no time at all for men in to start vans notice me and in a sad attempt of denial against German automotive supremacy they gave off obscene hand gestures, I wasn't phased.
After several minutes of barely moving I noticed the heavy clutch paddle was starting to put some strain on my leg and the clock was quickly ticking away.
Then in a flash I quite literally thought "yolo", cranked up the Gigi (D'Agostino) and floored it down the hard shoulder, at this point progress was more then excellent and I reached my exit in just two songs.
As I got of the highway I suddenly noticed an premium spec. Audi behind me with two burly man, before I got the chance to think they flashed me their lights,the police, 'fuck' went trough my head, fuck, fuck, FUCK.
I composed myself and remained calm as one of the burly men approached me. As I suddenly noticed my surgeon friends hospital badge in the passenger footwell, i quickly spun a web of lies and as the policeman confronts me, I show him the badge and claim to be a surgeon rushing to an operation.
For some reason the officer took my blatant lie as the truth, he just gave me a stern warning, I was bloody amazed, he even complimented me on my naturally excellent choice of Eurobeat.
Moments after I set off again Corey Hart pops on and starts singing "I wear my sunglasses at night".
Damn I'm smooth.
