The Popo
Last night I was leaving the gym and saw no cars coming. I decided with my great judgement that stopping for a stop sign is pointless because I live in the sticks. Justs so happens that a cop was lurking in the dark. Shit.
I see lights flash and I pull over. The cop tells me I am getting a sitation and goes back to his car to write me one. He comes back 6 or 7 minutes later and tells me he wont give me one.
...Sweet!
Then he tells me I need to follow him to a parking garage because he lost my ID in his car. Hmm.. Weird. My great judgement tells me I should tell him to mail it back to me but I am so excited to not get a ticket I think following him is a great idea.
As I follow him we pull into a dark alley and some red flags go off. We are behind this parking garage where it is completely dark and deserted... I lock my doors and roll my window down a crack.
He fittles with his car and comes over asking if I have a screw driver. We are at a damn parking garage for cop cars right? Don't they have tools inside?
I recently changed my California plates to Wisconsin plates so I found my screw driver and told him I wasn't getting out of my car but he could come get the screw driver from my window.
He gets it, goes back to his car, fittles, asks for a smaller screw driver...
...
WTF.
I tell him I am still not getting out of my car and I am all out of tools. I start texting my co-worker and she thinks that I am in a weird situation as well. I knew I shouldn't have put a gay pride sticker on my car in a po-dunk small town.
My friend says she is on her way to come save me.
I random man dressed in a shirt and jeans appears and starts talking to the police officer. Another cop pulls up. They talk. I sit. Officer number 2 leaves. Another 5 or 10 minutes goes by and the officer comes back with my ID, says sorry, then starts talking on the phone.
I go home happily without being beat down by the police or getting a ticket. I ROCK!
I see lights flash and I pull over. The cop tells me I am getting a sitation and goes back to his car to write me one. He comes back 6 or 7 minutes later and tells me he wont give me one.
...Sweet!
Then he tells me I need to follow him to a parking garage because he lost my ID in his car. Hmm.. Weird. My great judgement tells me I should tell him to mail it back to me but I am so excited to not get a ticket I think following him is a great idea.
As I follow him we pull into a dark alley and some red flags go off. We are behind this parking garage where it is completely dark and deserted... I lock my doors and roll my window down a crack.
He fittles with his car and comes over asking if I have a screw driver. We are at a damn parking garage for cop cars right? Don't they have tools inside?
I recently changed my California plates to Wisconsin plates so I found my screw driver and told him I wasn't getting out of my car but he could come get the screw driver from my window.
He gets it, goes back to his car, fittles, asks for a smaller screw driver...
...
WTF.
I tell him I am still not getting out of my car and I am all out of tools. I start texting my co-worker and she thinks that I am in a weird situation as well. I knew I shouldn't have put a gay pride sticker on my car in a po-dunk small town.
My friend says she is on her way to come save me.
I random man dressed in a shirt and jeans appears and starts talking to the police officer. Another cop pulls up. They talk. I sit. Officer number 2 leaves. Another 5 or 10 minutes goes by and the officer comes back with my ID, says sorry, then starts talking on the phone.
I go home happily without being beat down by the police or getting a ticket. I ROCK!