One day I was driving to my son’s guitar lesson. He was already there and I needed to pick up some groceries for my family. His lesson was ending in less than 5 minutes, and I was about seven minutes away. He hates when I’m late and there are always thug-like people hanging around the music store.
I was trying to get to the store on time. The speed limit was 40 MPH and I was probably going about 45-50 MPH. I was not driving recklessly but I was speeding nonetheless.
With three minutes left before my son got out of his lesson, I got pulled over by a cop. I was annoyed because I was so close to my son. Anyway, I expected this to be a normal speeding ticket, and I would be on my way soon.
The police officer slowly saunters out of his cruiser. He had dark sunglasses on and his frown spread across his entire face. He walked up to me and said “Sir, do you have any idea why I might have pulled you over?” I responded with a simple “Yes sir, I believe I was speeding.”
He thought I was being a wise guy and got angrier. I was then told that I should show more respect for such a veteran police officer as himself. The man was big and bulky. I apologized to the cop and he told me that he had been tailing me for about 2 minutes. He wanted to see how long I would speed for. At this time, I was already late to the music store. I told him that it didn’t seem too professional of him to wait so long before he pulled me over.
He then said, “Don’t tell me how to do my job! Is there any particular reason you were speeding?” I told him that I was late to my son’s guitar lesson. That made him smirk and that is when I was worried. He decided to ask me to step out of the car. I sighed and did as I was told. He then searched me and my car.
I was outraged!
After more insane antics that insulted me, the officer finally agreed to let me go; with a ticket!
I got to my son about 15 minutes late. He was quite angry at me. I told him it was not my fault. He asked me why I was late in that case. I could not tell my 8 year old son that I was pulled over by a cop. I told him there was a lot of traffic. He accepted that response and decided to scream at me, telling me I should have been here sooner. I told him there was nothing I could do, and that I was sorry.
When I got out of the store, we got in our car and drove home. On our way home, the same cop pulled me over and this time, with a huge grin on his face. My son then says, “What is this cop doing here?”