I was driving down Rocky Ridge Road last night when an oncoming car flashed its lights at me. "Ah," I thought, "must be a woop-woop" (which is the po-po to the layperson). Sure enough, I rounded a corner and there he was, a Barney Fife in a blue-and-white, strategically hidden, ambush style, in a covert Checkpoint Chickie. Thanks to my fellow
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