Small World

So I’m sitting here watching some hoops and trying not to think too much when one of those insurance commercials describing a small town.  You know, one of those places where everyone knows the plumber’s name and everything looks all quaint.
Then I heard the town name.  Let it be known that town didn’t look so quaint back in ’02 when I was getting pulled over for no damn reason.  Man pulled me over for violating the “three second rule” that people talk about in driver’s ed.  Granted, the law noticed this while handling another stop.
Then came the car search.  Then the questions about why my car was full of stuff, even though I told them I was moving.  Then the questions about my PlayStation 2.  Then there was when the man pretended to mistake sugar for cocaine, which is like confusing a kitten and a coffee table because both happen to be brown.
Then the cop explaining that they’ve got to do a certain number of stops each night.  Heh.
So yeah, those cute little towns you see in those sorts of commercials?  Some of ’em ain’t quite as cute as they’d have you believe.