Originally posted by hankstr:
There are a lot of hot girls here. Miss NC trains at the same gym as I do. We have three big universities, Duke UNC, and NC State all close by. The north/south thing is just a joke - lots of northern transplants live here and work in Research Triangle Park. Everyone gets along pretty well. It actually is a good place to live. Plus a couple of all girl schools in Raleigh, which I can't remember the names of...something like Elizabeth???
Anyway, I got pulled for doing 88 in a 55 on I40 in Winston-Salem, the cop said, "Let's go! Get out of the car." When I asked, "What?" he said, "I have authority to take you down to jail...you're going to lose your license."
A quick story about a sick mom got me out of the "going to jail" part...20 minutes later...BAM 70 in a 55! The scond cop saw the first ticket on the car seat, looked at it and let me go. He also said I was going to lose my license.
$500 (and a lawyer) later, I got nothing.
Fast forward about 12 years...living back in NJ, and I get pulled for expired registration. The first cop came up to the car and said, did you know your registration sticker has expired. (Real azzhole!) My dalmation was growling and barking at him...anyway, in NJ you get a car inspected every two years, but have to register every year. I tried to pull the "I thought it was every two years.." Didn't work. Cop took my paperwork and license.
Second cop came up to door, (nice guy...dog went to window sniffing and acting friendly.) This second cop told me that they were going to have to impound my car. He asked if anyone could come and pick me up. So I started making calls. I left about 5 messages, before grandma answered and volunteered to come to pick me up at the Allentown, NJ police station.
The first cop comes back to the car, hands me my license and insurance and said, "Get your dog's leash and follow me!"
Yes, me and my dalmation were "thrown" in the back of the cop car, while we waited to see the tow truck come and pick up my car.
As we were driving to the police station, my brother, who had received my message, called me. I answered and told him the police impounded the car and were driving me and Dobber (dog) to the police station. My brother laughed and said, "What are they? Azzholes???"
The cell phone was on loud, the cops heard it, the nice one laughed. The azzhole looked back at me through the mirror. I laughed.
When we got to the police station, they opened the door, let me out and the azzhole cop said, "Ok, you're free to go."
A couple days and $500 later, I had my car back...
Morals of the story...
1. Animals can sense jerk offs.
2. 99% of the time, we still do something wrong and then get mad at the police
3. Keep your cell phone turned down or don't answer when you're in the car.
