How to turn my frown upside down

[squirrella]

Coming back from the grocery last night, I was putzing on Ridge Pike, just a mile or so outside of Philadelphia city limits. In the rearview mirror, I see a little blue car jet in and out of traffic, but ultimately, the little blue car gets nowhere. The lot of us are stopped, then, at a light. Next to me is a white car, looks like what Mike's mom drove back in the day; a big old Caprice. I don't pay it much mind, the light changes, and off we go. The little blue car cuts behind me, cuts to the left of me (and behind the Caprice), and then, as soon as there's a hair-width available, cuts in front of me, narrowly avoiding both my bumper and the Caprice's bumper. I scowl, and am just about to articulate in my mind, "Where are the freakin' cops when this shit happens?" when the Caprice turns on its whirligig lights and pulls over the fucker in the little blue car. Unmarked cop cars!!! Love it.