It's been busy at the Zoo this week and I'm wiped. Today was spent driving, driving and more driving. Tomorrow morning I have to get up before the chickens - or any rational creature - to drive Manimal to the airport. He's got a conference in Arizona. Good thing I love my new car. : )
I got stopped by a cop tonight. Heh...nope, wasn't for speeding. Betcha you thought it was. *tsk, tsk* Oh, ye of little faith.
There are two great bits of fun for car dealers in Ontario. While all vehicles in the province have a license plate in both the front and rear of the vehicle, dealer plates only require a plate on the back. Dealers are also allowed to use a dealer plate on their personal vehicle. I think the cops hate it.
Tonight, Sugah Pie and Lil Kenvil's school had a dance and I was dropping them off when I was stopped right in front. Barney Fife did the cop-strut over to my car, flashed the (damn) light in my eyes, informed me it was the R.I.D.E. program and questioned if I'd had anything to drink tonight.
I got stopped by a cop tonight. Heh...nope, wasn't for speeding. Betcha you thought it was. *tsk, tsk* Oh, ye of little faith.
There are two great bits of fun for car dealers in Ontario. While all vehicles in the province have a license plate in both the front and rear of the vehicle, dealer plates only require a plate on the back. Dealers are also allowed to use a dealer plate on their personal vehicle. I think the cops hate it.
Tonight, Sugah Pie and Lil Kenvil's school had a dance and I was dropping them off when I was stopped right in front. Barney Fife did the cop-strut over to my car, flashed the (damn) light in my eyes, informed me it was the R.I.D.E. program and questioned if I'd had anything to drink tonight.
WTF?? 6:30 p.m. Thursday night in January. Mommy Suburbia with two tweenies in the car. A box of decorations on the seat. In front of an elementary school.
Why, yes Officer. As a matter of fact, I chugged back a few beers, slammed back some Jack, threw the little ones in the car and went for a spin up to the ole' P.S. Isn't that what all good parents do the night of the big dance?
If cops could hear what goes on in my head, surely my butt would land in jail on a monthly basis.
"No, sir. I haven't."
But if you keep shining that friggin' light in my eyes, I'm going to need one.
"Where do you suppose your front license plate is, Ma'am?"
I suppose it could be in Cleveland.
"I have a Dealer plate. It's on the back."
The Gestapo light blessedly left my eyespace to check if I was telling the truth.
Moron. Like I'm gonna lie to you.
The blinding light was back. "And do you work for the dealer?"
Nope. Stole it. Joyriding. Woo hoo.
"I AM the dealer."
"Well, alright. Have a good night."
"Well, alright???" Shall I feel grateful for being let off the hook?!?!?
I discovered the best part of this little tale once I went into the school and spoke with the principal and another parent. It seems the good officer is the father of one of the students and he'd volunteered to chaperone the dance.
While on duty.
By setting up the R.I.D.E. in front of the school, he provided a "justifiable reason" for his cruiser being at that location for almost three hours, while he chaperones a school dance.
AND GETS PAID!!
Nervy bastard.
Don't get me wrong. In spite of all the smart-ass jokes I make, I truly do respect the work police do, and I'm always polite and co-operative. But shit like this just pisses me off. He's on duty. He's tying up a cruiser. Shouldn't he be doing the police work he's getting paid for?
Why, yes Officer. As a matter of fact, I chugged back a few beers, slammed back some Jack, threw the little ones in the car and went for a spin up to the ole' P.S. Isn't that what all good parents do the night of the big dance?
If cops could hear what goes on in my head, surely my butt would land in jail on a monthly basis.
"No, sir. I haven't."
But if you keep shining that friggin' light in my eyes, I'm going to need one.
"Where do you suppose your front license plate is, Ma'am?"
I suppose it could be in Cleveland.
"I have a Dealer plate. It's on the back."
The Gestapo light blessedly left my eyespace to check if I was telling the truth.
Moron. Like I'm gonna lie to you.
The blinding light was back. "And do you work for the dealer?"
Nope. Stole it. Joyriding. Woo hoo.
"I AM the dealer."
"Well, alright. Have a good night."
"Well, alright???" Shall I feel grateful for being let off the hook?!?!?
I discovered the best part of this little tale once I went into the school and spoke with the principal and another parent. It seems the good officer is the father of one of the students and he'd volunteered to chaperone the dance.
While on duty.
By setting up the R.I.D.E. in front of the school, he provided a "justifiable reason" for his cruiser being at that location for almost three hours, while he chaperones a school dance.
AND GETS PAID!!
Nervy bastard.
Don't get me wrong. In spite of all the smart-ass jokes I make, I truly do respect the work police do, and I'm always polite and co-operative. But shit like this just pisses me off. He's on duty. He's tying up a cruiser. Shouldn't he be doing the police work he's getting paid for?
4 comments:
Run, run as fast as you can.....
Somedays I feel like the energizer bunny :)
TGIF
S.
If you were a man I would marry you....or stalk you if you wouldn't marry me...
CMDR
Quoting R&R: If cops could hear what goes on in my head, surely my butt would land in jail on a monthly basis.
Does this mean that cops have even pseudo-reasons to corner you for little chats on a monthly basis? Oy vey. The Brigade is going to have to up bail fund contributions to keep you covered!
Definitely a nervy bastard.
So good to see you back in the blogosphere.
Prof
FW2: Your new pic is very nice. : )
CMDR: Wow, thanks. You're so much funnier than my last stalker.
PROF: Noooo....sssshhh.
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