- Jan 21, 2005
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Before this incident, I had gotten a ticket EVERY time I had been pulled over.
When he first pulled me over, I thought it was because my tabs were expired (by less than a month), but it turned out he didn't even notice. I was informed that I was going 10 over a mile back, and he had been following me the whole time.
I had drank exactly one beer just before I had gotten in my car--it was a dark beer, so I'm sure the smell had to be there a little. That was what worried me more than anything, that he would smell it and assume I was drunk.
He comes up to the window, and asks for the usual stuff... of course, I had forgotten my wallet at my girlfriends house. I tell him that I forgot my wallet, so I don't have my license with me, or my insurance (it was in my wallet, I know, stupid). He gets my information, and walks to his car while I look for my registration. For whatever reason, it isn't in my car, I must have left it at my parents house when I first registered my car.
With all of this accumulating, I knew I was screwed. I thought I would get a speeding ticket at the very minimum, and possibly a myriad of other infractions.
He asks me a few questions, mostly just questioning my intelligence in the first place maybe. I apologize profusely, and tell him I'm aware of the speed signs, and that I'm aware of my negligence.
He tells me to get my sh*t together, and to have a nice night.
I feel like the luckiest person on Earth. I'm going to organize everything in my glove compartment tomorrow. This is the first time I've ever witnessed a cop that had compassion.
When he first pulled me over, I thought it was because my tabs were expired (by less than a month), but it turned out he didn't even notice. I was informed that I was going 10 over a mile back, and he had been following me the whole time.
I had drank exactly one beer just before I had gotten in my car--it was a dark beer, so I'm sure the smell had to be there a little. That was what worried me more than anything, that he would smell it and assume I was drunk.
He comes up to the window, and asks for the usual stuff... of course, I had forgotten my wallet at my girlfriends house. I tell him that I forgot my wallet, so I don't have my license with me, or my insurance (it was in my wallet, I know, stupid). He gets my information, and walks to his car while I look for my registration. For whatever reason, it isn't in my car, I must have left it at my parents house when I first registered my car.
With all of this accumulating, I knew I was screwed. I thought I would get a speeding ticket at the very minimum, and possibly a myriad of other infractions.
He asks me a few questions, mostly just questioning my intelligence in the first place maybe. I apologize profusely, and tell him I'm aware of the speed signs, and that I'm aware of my negligence.
He tells me to get my sh*t together, and to have a nice night.
I feel like the luckiest person on Earth. I'm going to organize everything in my glove compartment tomorrow. This is the first time I've ever witnessed a cop that had compassion.