The City of Syracuse is Out to Get Me.

It's official, the city of Syracuse is out to get me.

I will be assembling a panel of top minds to counteract the dark forces of Syracuse. First on our agenda - find the supreme leader of the minions of the City of Syracuse. I think we really must be facing a large, coordinated effort led by a mastermind of the highest order for the assaults on my person (and my car) to be so numerous. How do I know they are dark forces? The cop who pulled me over spoke with a Eastern European accent (take that Eastern Europe!). ---wait, wait, wait, let me back up...

Let me tell you of the recent series of incidents that have happened to me in Syracuse. ----I should preface this by saying I hit the streets in a sporty PT Cruiser. The very first time I drove this car after buying it I passed the same exact car, but driven by an old man in a plaid driving cap. I thought to myself, yes, the PT Cruiser, the car that old men and Laurel drive. Also, where can I get a plaid driving cap?

And now back to my series of unfortunate events---- First of all, I was driving down Genessee street when a fire truck without its lights on barreled oncoming traffic (aka ME). I managed to stomp on the breaks and swerve without hitting it though, take that 007. Meanwhile, the fireman sitting in the passenger seat of the fire truck seemed to be laughing wildly with glee at their diabolical plot.

Secondly, as Jilly and I were returning from an emergency ice cream run, I pulled up to a four way stop just before a cop pulled up to the stop sign on my left. Long story short, the cop car almost hit me (because he didn't see me going through the intersection) and then pulled me over to save face. The bald Russian spy, I mean "police officer," that emerged from the cop car proceeded to tell me that I'm a bad person for not stopping at stop signs (um, for the record, I did stop).

Side note: Today in Skaneatles, one of the Dark Empire's satellite cities, I was nearly mowed down by a purple van as I was crossing the street. The assassins of Syracuse are everywhere! Luckily, my stealth moves (a move characterized by just kind of standing there in the street), almost certain death was avoided. AND This evening I pulled up to a stop light, then realized there were three separate cop cars all around me, lying in wait for my next bad move...

Beware the minions of Syracuse.