Before I begin this post, I want to say that most of the time, I have the utmost respect for police officers. I am not a fan of anyone who lives up to his or her stereotype. With that being said....
About a month ago, I got pulled over for my driver's side headlight being out. Two female cops in the same car came over to talk to me, one shined her light in my back seat the whole time. I asked her if she wanted to search it, she wouldn't find anything. She stopped after that. I got an actual ticket for the light, even though I was pleasant. I couldn't believe it. The light got fixed the very next day, and I promptly forgot about the ticket. I was supposed to find a cop, get it signed, and send it into the courts. I didn't do any of that, because I honestly got busy and stressed out with other life things. Result: Suspended License.
Fast forward to last night. I got pulled over because I was paying attention to my cell (which just dropped a call) and not the road, and I swerved in my lane. I got pulled over. Not a huge deal, because I had no clue my license was suspended. The cop takes my info, goes back to his car. Comes back all condescending and asks me to get out of the car. Did I mention it's after midnight? Well, it's about 12:40 at this point. He's trying a sobriety test on me with a pen. I am exhausted and can't focus well, plus I have a partially paralyzed pupil and he accuses me of being on drugs. And I'm STILL nice to him. He writes up the ticket, takes my key and tells me to call someone. I call Jason at this point.
After they come to take my car, he explains the ticket to me. He has NO clue where the place they impounded my car is, no idea what I'm supposed to do. He is reading my instructions off the damned ticket. He asks me if I understand, then tells me good luck with my car, gets in his vehicle, and leaves. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. A cop left me standing on the side of the road at almost one o'clock in the morning by myself, probably hoping to avoid a confrontation with my ride, because he's all of 5'5" tall. I couldn't believe it. Jason was only ten or fifteen minutes away, yet I had to spend that standing by my stuff, alone. What if something had happened?
To serve and protect my ASS.
About a month ago, I got pulled over for my driver's side headlight being out. Two female cops in the same car came over to talk to me, one shined her light in my back seat the whole time. I asked her if she wanted to search it, she wouldn't find anything. She stopped after that. I got an actual ticket for the light, even though I was pleasant. I couldn't believe it. The light got fixed the very next day, and I promptly forgot about the ticket. I was supposed to find a cop, get it signed, and send it into the courts. I didn't do any of that, because I honestly got busy and stressed out with other life things. Result: Suspended License.
Fast forward to last night. I got pulled over because I was paying attention to my cell (which just dropped a call) and not the road, and I swerved in my lane. I got pulled over. Not a huge deal, because I had no clue my license was suspended. The cop takes my info, goes back to his car. Comes back all condescending and asks me to get out of the car. Did I mention it's after midnight? Well, it's about 12:40 at this point. He's trying a sobriety test on me with a pen. I am exhausted and can't focus well, plus I have a partially paralyzed pupil and he accuses me of being on drugs. And I'm STILL nice to him. He writes up the ticket, takes my key and tells me to call someone. I call Jason at this point.
After they come to take my car, he explains the ticket to me. He has NO clue where the place they impounded my car is, no idea what I'm supposed to do. He is reading my instructions off the damned ticket. He asks me if I understand, then tells me good luck with my car, gets in his vehicle, and leaves. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. A cop left me standing on the side of the road at almost one o'clock in the morning by myself, probably hoping to avoid a confrontation with my ride, because he's all of 5'5" tall. I couldn't believe it. Jason was only ten or fifteen minutes away, yet I had to spend that standing by my stuff, alone. What if something had happened?
To serve and protect my ASS.
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