This afternoon, I ran out for a vice-laden lunch from Baja Fresh.  The shopping center where it’s located is a bit convoluted and has a dizzying array of stop signs spread haphazardly around the parking lot.  There really doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason for their placement though if their goal was to generate revenue, I think they succeeded.  Two motorcycle officers were having a field day pulling people over for running stop signs.  They would invoke their bike siren and before they could even get the “criminal” to pull over, another car would run another stop sign.  The cop would then waive them over to the line of cars waiting to receive a ticket.  I imagine at some point, the two officers would grow tired of their easy money but in the 5 minutes I was in Baja picking up my lunch, they must have pulled over 12 or more vehicles.

On a side note, I’ve never quite understood the depths of laziness one must achieve to not be able to put a shopping cart in a cart rack or take it back to the store.  Maybe I’m just that much more conscientious than the next person — which I hope isn’t true — but I know I wouldn’t want to block a parking spot for someone or, worse, have my cart sail across the parking lot into someone’s car.