You know, I used to have a lot of respect for cops. That was until recently. The other night I got my first speeding ticket for going 51 in a 25-okay, I deserved that one. The cop was nice enough to put on the ticket that I was going 49 mph so it wouldn't be considered reckless driving. However, it chaps my ass that the road was so close to the interstate where people are constantly speeding on and off that road.
The following night I was out with some friends, in that same upscale part of town, when a cop started following us. Fortunately, I wasn't driving. It was after we parked he pulled behind us with beaming his spotlight into the car. There was a moment of panic amongst the confusion of why we were being pulled over. The cop approached us gleaming the flashlight into our eyes questioning what we were doing. We told him we were going to the club of the parking lot we parked into. He questioned where we were coming from, we told him the truth-Wal-Mart. He questioned our answer then replied with; "There isn't anything in this car that I should know about, is there?" We shook our heads no. At this moment he proceeded to check my friend's, the driver, information.
Sitting in the car waiting for the cop to return taking up more of hour time I thought about speaking up and explaining everything. I decided it was best to keep my mouth shut when another cop pulled up.
The truth was, my friend and I were out with another friend who was moving away, we'll call him Bob; we wanted to spend sometime with him before we parted. Oddly we all have a craving for ice cream. It made for an interesting moment.
Bob's girlfriend was inside the club. None of us really being the "club" types we decided to get some ice cream sit on top of a dumpster shack and shoot-the-shit about the future and past.
Now of course this story would never go through with the cops. I imagined us all riled against my friend's car getting cavity searched.
It took about 20-25 minutes, but we finally got off the hook. Part of it was due to a mix-up over a Kentucky speeding ticket the driver was trying to clear up-the court date for that mess was scheduled for this Wednesday.
The cop told us we were good to go after wasting our time, and letting our ice cream melt. We sat in the car waiting for him to move his car that still blocked us in, only to realize, he wasn't going anywhere. The fucker was going to wait for us to get into the club.
There came our second dilemma, I wasn't old enough to get into the damn club. However, I figured if I could just weasel in there for at least five minutes, tell the owner, if he approached me, that I have no desire to order a drink, I just need to stay in here for a minute, he'd maybe understand. However, when the owner did approach me, the fucker wouldn't let me say a word. I found myself sitting on the corner with the cops giving me a suspicious look.
Eventually, others left the club to surround me and the cops left. My two friends and I later made our way up to the dumpster behind some Mexican fast food joint and ate our thawed ice cream.
The moment wasn't so enjoyable as we kept watching out for passing cops. It consisted of bitching out the stupid shit.
Maybe this was a story of bitching and boredom, or maybe this was a story bitching about the boredom of cops.
The following night I was out with some friends, in that same upscale part of town, when a cop started following us. Fortunately, I wasn't driving. It was after we parked he pulled behind us with beaming his spotlight into the car. There was a moment of panic amongst the confusion of why we were being pulled over. The cop approached us gleaming the flashlight into our eyes questioning what we were doing. We told him we were going to the club of the parking lot we parked into. He questioned where we were coming from, we told him the truth-Wal-Mart. He questioned our answer then replied with; "There isn't anything in this car that I should know about, is there?" We shook our heads no. At this moment he proceeded to check my friend's, the driver, information.
Sitting in the car waiting for the cop to return taking up more of hour time I thought about speaking up and explaining everything. I decided it was best to keep my mouth shut when another cop pulled up.
The truth was, my friend and I were out with another friend who was moving away, we'll call him Bob; we wanted to spend sometime with him before we parted. Oddly we all have a craving for ice cream. It made for an interesting moment.
Bob's girlfriend was inside the club. None of us really being the "club" types we decided to get some ice cream sit on top of a dumpster shack and shoot-the-shit about the future and past.
Now of course this story would never go through with the cops. I imagined us all riled against my friend's car getting cavity searched.
It took about 20-25 minutes, but we finally got off the hook. Part of it was due to a mix-up over a Kentucky speeding ticket the driver was trying to clear up-the court date for that mess was scheduled for this Wednesday.
The cop told us we were good to go after wasting our time, and letting our ice cream melt. We sat in the car waiting for him to move his car that still blocked us in, only to realize, he wasn't going anywhere. The fucker was going to wait for us to get into the club.
There came our second dilemma, I wasn't old enough to get into the damn club. However, I figured if I could just weasel in there for at least five minutes, tell the owner, if he approached me, that I have no desire to order a drink, I just need to stay in here for a minute, he'd maybe understand. However, when the owner did approach me, the fucker wouldn't let me say a word. I found myself sitting on the corner with the cops giving me a suspicious look.
Eventually, others left the club to surround me and the cops left. My two friends and I later made our way up to the dumpster behind some Mexican fast food joint and ate our thawed ice cream.
The moment wasn't so enjoyable as we kept watching out for passing cops. It consisted of bitching out the stupid shit.
Maybe this was a story of bitching and boredom, or maybe this was a story bitching about the boredom of cops.