Dangers of Being a Self-Employed Policeman

I have a habit of flashing drivers who drive really badly. Some people disagree with my habit, but while I avoid petulance, I do think that people should know when they're really out of line. Anyway, it was near midnight in a rainy suburb and a guy roared past me and received the flash. He slowed down checked me out and then went roaring off into the distance. I looked ahead and saw that he had turned around and faced me ... uh-aw! Now was he going to ram me? Would he force me off the road? Shoot me? Play chicken? Either way, I was not going to play this game and turned around and sped off down a side road and rejoined the main road, where he started chasing me. I turned left and he turned right and that was the end of that. Needless to say, I was a little shaken - was I dealing with mischief or was this a case of angry black youth about to shoot me dead? The moral of the story is this: if you're going to play policeman, be sure you have a gun.