TODAY'S EPISODE: RUNNIN' FROM THA PO-PO
So I was giving my friend Rich a ride home the other night, when we see a Highway Patrol squad car start to come up behind us an watch the car rather closely. It's 2 in the AM, there was nobody else on the road, and Rich is black.
Me: "He's gonna pull us over"
Rich: "He's not gonna pull you over, you're not even going the speed limit."
The Cop's lights go on.
Me: "It's because you're black, you realize this, right?"
Rich: "Well, shit."
I start to pull over by the exit ramp I was intending to get off on anyways. Did I mention that I got on the freeway and had intended to get off on the immediate next exit-ramp, less than one mile distance from each other?
Cop on Speaker: "Don't pull over here, exit first!"
I proceed to exit, and make note that there is no convenient place to pull over, but proceed to pull over anyways.
Cop on Speaker: "Pull into the parking lot!"
The nearest parking lot is a Denny's over 100 yards from my location, an there was a red light at the intersection.
Cop on Speaker: "Just stop."
Cop gets out, and asks for my license, but no registration. He states that my wheels had ever-so-briefly passed over the shoulder line, and that's against the law. He asks how much I had to drink. The joke behind this is that I'm a teetotaler, and I had to choke down my giggling response of "Nothing". After he gives me a usual "follow my finger" drunk test, he lets me go, only to come back a second later, asking for the previously mentioned registration.
The lesson here: Cops have nothing better to do at 2AM.
Me: "He's gonna pull us over"
Rich: "He's not gonna pull you over, you're not even going the speed limit."
The Cop's lights go on.
Me: "It's because you're black, you realize this, right?"
Rich: "Well, shit."
I start to pull over by the exit ramp I was intending to get off on anyways. Did I mention that I got on the freeway and had intended to get off on the immediate next exit-ramp, less than one mile distance from each other?
Cop on Speaker: "Don't pull over here, exit first!"
I proceed to exit, and make note that there is no convenient place to pull over, but proceed to pull over anyways.
Cop on Speaker: "Pull into the parking lot!"
The nearest parking lot is a Denny's over 100 yards from my location, an there was a red light at the intersection.
Cop on Speaker: "Just stop."
Cop gets out, and asks for my license, but no registration. He states that my wheels had ever-so-briefly passed over the shoulder line, and that's against the law. He asks how much I had to drink. The joke behind this is that I'm a teetotaler, and I had to choke down my giggling response of "Nothing". After he gives me a usual "follow my finger" drunk test, he lets me go, only to come back a second later, asking for the previously mentioned registration.
The lesson here: Cops have nothing better to do at 2AM.