I'm sugar rushing. I had ice-cream which just so happens to be one of my favorite things in the known world.
But that has nothing to do with anything.
Driving home today, it was dark, pouring rain. Miserable weather.
And coming down the last stretch to my house, I see, sitting craftily with his lights off: Mr.Police Man. WHAT!? Foolish people just kill me.
I can almost read his mind:
"Muahaha. Look at me and my crafty self. It's dark and pouring rain. I'll sit here next to this sharp curve and they'll never even see me till it's too late. I'll GET those pesky speeders now. Boy, the guys back at the precinct will just DIE with envy. It's tough being this clever AND goodlooking. I am an Officer of the LAW!"
Once again, as I do many times a day. I shake my head in wonderment, and step on the gas pedal.