Friday while heading into work I saw someone who had been pulled over by the police. Normally my first reaction to that scene is thinking “fucking pigs!”. However to my astonishment the first thing the popped in my head was “Serves you right, fucking speeder.” These are immediate reactions with no thought involved, so it shocked the hell out of me. Why the change of heart all of a sudden? Pretty much all my experiences with police have been negative. Granted, the majority of those times I was breaking the law. Regardless though, that has shaped my opinion over the years. I’m not saying it’s the correct one, just mine. However I am acquainted with a cop that I actually like. One of the cops who works at The EARL on the weekends is a pretty cool guy. He is the same one mentioned in my Eraser nipples post. After rereading that previous post I realized I’m rehashing some information, so I’ll give you a fresh cop story.
Back around 1997 I took a trip up to Charlotte to visit a friend of mine. I procrastinated my departure so when I arrived it was pretty late. My appearance was pretty shaggy, I was long overdue for a haircut, had a tie-dye shirt on and torn jeans. My friend had just purchased his place so I had never been there before. I go up to a door and knock, there was no answer so I knock again. The door opens and a Charlotte-Mecklenburg police office is standing right in front of me. I was no stranger to the Charlotte-Mecklenburg cops. I was pulled over so many times there I lost count and some of them even knew my name. In fact one asked one of my brothers if we were related after pulling him over. Back to the story, so the door opens and they is a cop standing there. My first thought was “Oh shit, I knocked on the wrong door!” followed quickly by “Oh Shit, it’s a cop!”. At that particular time my car was illegal, my license might have been suspended and I’m pretty sure I had some contraband on me. The cop starts hassling me immediately. He knew my name and said he heard I was coming into town. I was thinking “I can’t fucking believe this, what the hell is going on? How does he know who I am and how did he know I was coming?”. Well turns out I knew the guy, he was one of my friend’s childhood friends. I didn’t recognize him because of his high and tight and I was blinded by the badge. Plus this guy was crazy and I didn’t think he would get hired on as a police officer. Some people that know me think I’m crazy and my friend even crazier than I in some aspects (we compliment each other well, we both inhabit different parts of the craziness spectrum). This guy however has us both beat, he would do things like kick the crap out of someone’s car just because they parked too close to him. Not ding his car mind you, just parking too close. It shocks me who they’ll give a badge and a gun to. That’s a lie, no it doesn’t. So after the paramedics started my heart again we all had a good laugh about it and I proceeded to tell him about my car situation which made it even funnier.
So there you go, a cop story. I have more so look for more from time to time.
Yes, my car and license have been legal for quite some time now.
On the way to work this morning I saw a cop trying to catch speeders. My reaction? “Fucking pig!” Maybe I’m not going soft after all.
How’s that for jumping around from subject to subject?
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