Illegally turning left onto Clark from some east-west street in Lincoln Park recently, I got pulled over. As the police officer was writing the ticket, a woman ran out of a doughnut shop and approached the cop. "A man just pulled a gun and tried to rob the doughnut shop!" she said, pointing to a man who was running down the street and away from the shop. For the first time in my life I thought I was going to get out of a ticket. Of course an armed robber was a considerably greater threat to society than an illegal left turner.
"Yeah, OK. Hold on," said the cop. As the woman stood there waiting, he continued to write the ticket, and then went on to explain my options: "You can either send in the money to the address on the back of the ticket, or go to your court date." "Yeah, OK, great," I answered, mouth agape. "Now let's go get that guy," the cop said to his partner, and they cruised away.