I'm generally a good-natured person, but sometimes it starts to get to me. 😛
My girlfriend and I were driving home from a friend's house last night. The weather has been bad here in Houston for a few days now, and there were a lot of little tree branches and stuff littering the road. I was avoiding them the best I could, but at one point there were cars parked on either side of the street, a narrow residential street, and I had to go over one. Well, it sounded like it got stuck under my car, so I pulled to the side of the road near the stop sign to get out and check.
I pulled out my little Inova Microlight and squatted down by the passenger side to look under the car. Fortunately, the stick had dislodged itself. All clear, I thought. Well, not quite.
No sooner had I opened my driver side door to get in, than two constable cars pulled to a screeching halt in front of my car from the intersecting street; one shined his little spotlight in my face.
I could see the shape of the cop getting out of his car, so I asked him if anything's the matter. I couldn't help finding this situation a bit funny, as I seem to be some sort of magnet for police. He didn't answer, and instead walked over to me to ask what the problem is.
"There was a branch stuck under my car."
"A branch? Where is it?"
"Fortunately, it came out back there." I gestured down the road.
"You weren't throwing up over there, were you??"
I laughed. "No, definitely not."
He glanced in my car at my poor girlfriend, who had been sitting there the whole time wide-eyed. I guess she's not used to this kind of treatment.
"Well, okay, I can never be too sure. I see a car at the end of the road when I pass by..."
"Yeah, no problem here. Everything's good."
"Watch out for those branches."
At this point the other cop, a chubby female, was getting out of her car. She asked the first guy something I didn't catch, and they got back in their cars and pulled off, the nose of the first car about six inches from my fender.
Well, at least the constables had a good attitude -- they usually do. It's just that I don't understand why they needed to accost me in the first place. Is a guy looking under his car with a flashlight really that suspicious?
My girlfriend and I were driving home from a friend's house last night. The weather has been bad here in Houston for a few days now, and there were a lot of little tree branches and stuff littering the road. I was avoiding them the best I could, but at one point there were cars parked on either side of the street, a narrow residential street, and I had to go over one. Well, it sounded like it got stuck under my car, so I pulled to the side of the road near the stop sign to get out and check.
I pulled out my little Inova Microlight and squatted down by the passenger side to look under the car. Fortunately, the stick had dislodged itself. All clear, I thought. Well, not quite.
No sooner had I opened my driver side door to get in, than two constable cars pulled to a screeching halt in front of my car from the intersecting street; one shined his little spotlight in my face.
I could see the shape of the cop getting out of his car, so I asked him if anything's the matter. I couldn't help finding this situation a bit funny, as I seem to be some sort of magnet for police. He didn't answer, and instead walked over to me to ask what the problem is.
"There was a branch stuck under my car."
"A branch? Where is it?"
"Fortunately, it came out back there." I gestured down the road.
"You weren't throwing up over there, were you??"
I laughed. "No, definitely not."
He glanced in my car at my poor girlfriend, who had been sitting there the whole time wide-eyed. I guess she's not used to this kind of treatment.
"Well, okay, I can never be too sure. I see a car at the end of the road when I pass by..."
"Yeah, no problem here. Everything's good."
"Watch out for those branches."
At this point the other cop, a chubby female, was getting out of her car. She asked the first guy something I didn't catch, and they got back in their cars and pulled off, the nose of the first car about six inches from my fender.
Well, at least the constables had a good attitude -- they usually do. It's just that I don't understand why they needed to accost me in the first place. Is a guy looking under his car with a flashlight really that suspicious?
