T and I were headed out for a last minute Sam's run the other night. The house in Wester is quite conveniently located. We just zip a mile or so up the road and we hit a major intersection that leads to all the good shopping. So zipping we were when we got to the light and needed to turn left. We had the arrow, but it was getting a little stale. I was so concerned about going through the yellow-light-turning-red (which is totally legal in Texas as long as the light was yellow when you entered the intersection), that I didn't notice the thing I really had to be worried about: the SUV that completely blew through the intersection on red and nearly creamed us on the driver's side.
If T weren't such an excellent driver, the evening could have ended in tragedy. Usually we are loaded for bear in T's giant F350, but that evening we were tooling about in the new(ish) Jeep. No air bags. No superior size. Eeek. T slammed on the breaks and managed to avoid disaster by a micron. We sat in the intersection for a second taking stock and checking for injuries. Once he had determined that we were going to live, T turned on the SUV in hot pursuit.
Now T doesn't always have the tightest leash on his temper, so for a minute there I thought we were about to become a road rage statistic. Especially when he started reaching for his hip! (The hubs is always armed to the teeth.) Just as I'm thinking, "Oh, crap. He's finally lost it and is going to shoot somebody," he pulls out his... badge. He pulled along side the SUV pressing his badge against the window and, in the most emphatic way possible, gesturing for the driver to pull over. For a minute there, I thought she was going to run (oh, that would have been ugly), but she eventually pulled over.
T jumped out of the Jeep at light speed, slamming the door so hard it bounced and didn't catch and he had to slam it again. At this point, things were interesting for me because I had never seen him in his 'cop' persona. T can be a scary guy. This was one of those times. He was very loud. Not yelling, but very loud. He stomped up to her SUV and snatched the license and insurance she was already holding out the window. I almost felt sorry for the 16-year-old-been-driving-for-two-months-and-talking-on-her-cell-phone driver. Almost.
T - DO YOU KNOW HOW CLOSE YOU JUST CAME TO KILLING ME?
16YO - I do now. (Her passenger informed her that she had run the light. She hadn't even noticed)
T - HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD YOUR LICENSE?
16YO - Two months.
T - HANG UP YOUR CELL PHONE. IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO TALK ON YOUR PHONE UNTIL YOU HAVE HAD YOUR LICENSE SIX MONTHS.
16YO - really? (Completely ignorant of the law)
T - YES. REALLY. GET. OFF. YOUR. PHONE. PAY ATTENTION TO WHERE YOU ARE GOING.
16YO - Yes, sir.
T reported that by the end of their interaction she was shaking almost as badly as he was (you know, just having had his life flash before his eyes and all).
Go T! My man is hawt! Look out bad drivers of Wester!