Freewayblogger – tagfeydd etholiaethol yng Ngwlad y Siarad Rhydd.

Things went smoothly until sign #33 on the Sepulveda Pass. I was pulled over and rummaging around in the back of my truck when I got hit with the Kleig lights of the CHP. Two officers got out: one white and one black. The white guy did the talking: “What’s going on?”

I had to think fast. “I, uh, was going to hang a sign on the back of this freeway sign here.”

Both officers stood there dumbfounded for a second and then shook their heads, smiling.

“You can’t do that!”

I grinned sheepishly (although I’ve never seen a sheep actually grin) and said something like “Aww, c’mon…please? I was just going to use the back of the sign…” and then I couldn’t help it, I started to laugh… and then, I swear to you, so did they. So there we were, the three of us, standing beside the freeway at 3:30 in the morning, laughing. Because it was funny.

diolch i Llewelyn Richards ar y maes