"Hands on the hood, now!"
I've just gotten back into my car + a 2.5 hr trip to the MVA,(aka Department of Motor Vehicles)where I've spent enough money to take a family of four out to a nice restaurant. Sad thing is, I've only managed to acquire a lisence- not my registration + new tags.Before I can get those, I've got to get my stupid car inspected/get new insurance. So many things to do, and all dependent on government + the USPS.(changing one's name is a humongous hassle)
That-and the state of MD's New Year's present to everyone was a 1% jump in the sales tax.(5 to 6%)
207 on my Dex, but lately its been about 40 points off so I know I'm almost in range.Walking will PUT me in range, by supper time.
"Lay off me man, I ain't doin' nothin!"
A nice, quiet, suburban Kmart parking lot. 3 cops jump out + start banging on the windshield, force the occupants of the red car out.
"You've got stolen merchandise in your vehicle. Or is it even yours?"
"Its my friends."
"Hands on the hood-whats your friend's name?"
"Its ---"
"What's her phone number?"
"Man, I dunno, its just his car."
"You just said it was a her.Which is it?"
Handcuffs come out, cussing, on the ground. This is like the unedited edition of a Cops episode.
3 more cops cars show up.
They start pulling things from the car-sneakers, dvds, bags of clothing from Macys. The yelling continues, + the senior cop is getting annoyed.
"Ok, listen up- you've got 10 seconds to tell me where you got this stuff before your little misdemeanor charges become a felony + you go to jail for a LOT longer."
He counts:
"10...9...8..7...6...5...4...3...2....1...0. Congratulations, you've booked yourselves a felony."
The hair on the back of my neck prickles, man this cop is tough. Really glad its not me, on his bad side.
Escort occupants of red(stolen?) vehicle to cop cars, drives off. The other cops continue pulling stuff out of the car.
Some people have worse problems then I do, it all helped put things in perspective.I'm grateful to have been raised right.
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Friday, January 04, 2008
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Cops:Edition 201
The steady click,click, gnawing (precisely like a mouse,and believe me,I know mice) emitting from my car's hood wasn't diminishing. Quite the contrary, it was growing to epic proportions as my car creaked-groaned its way up the hill, onto the interstate.
My temperature gauge climbed as well-well into the "hot" zone. I eased off on the gas, trying to give it a break, but no go, in a couple of seconds, it would exceed the max reading. Panic- slow down, get off on shoulder. Put emergency blinkers on.
And then I see the lights. Blue, flashing, lovely lights. Cops!
Try not to hyperventilate, check blood sugar. I cannot be low, I cannot be low-visions of being hypoglycemic in a jail cell dance through my mind.
135. Not low.
"Maam, is something the matter?" the concerned cop asks.
"My car is overheating."
"Do you need me to call anyone?"
"I'm going to try to call my parents."
He nods, circles the car.
"Are you a student?"
"Noo...."
"I'm asking because nothing on your car is legal. You need to pull up to the guardrail,this isn't a good spot to be parked."
Pull up. Open glove compartment, flash state stickers in cops face.
"See, I'm legal. Just haven't put them on yet."
"Ok. Where do your folks live?"
"20 minutes down the road."
Can't reach my dad on his cellphone, so agree to have vehicle towed. 5 minutes later, my dad calls back. Towtruck shows up.
"You should be good now."
Cops are generally wonderful people..servants of the public and all that but man they make me so nervous. I stutter, drop things, and act like an idiot(even when I'm NOT low)
Towed to shop, 2 hours (and many $$'s) later- thermostat replaced, gasket replaced. Good as new. Annoying thing is, I'd just had my car serviced 3 days previously and they didn't say a word(maybe it isn't something you can tell is going to happen).
I'm glad this didn't turn into the D edition of "Cops" (it did once, same breakdown spot,cop told the towtruck to take me to the Subway + get food into me before anything else). Ahh, the situations one can find one self in.
My temperature gauge climbed as well-well into the "hot" zone. I eased off on the gas, trying to give it a break, but no go, in a couple of seconds, it would exceed the max reading. Panic- slow down, get off on shoulder. Put emergency blinkers on.
And then I see the lights. Blue, flashing, lovely lights. Cops!
Try not to hyperventilate, check blood sugar. I cannot be low, I cannot be low-visions of being hypoglycemic in a jail cell dance through my mind.
135. Not low.
"Maam, is something the matter?" the concerned cop asks.
"My car is overheating."
"Do you need me to call anyone?"
"I'm going to try to call my parents."
He nods, circles the car.
"Are you a student?"
"Noo...."
"I'm asking because nothing on your car is legal. You need to pull up to the guardrail,this isn't a good spot to be parked."
Pull up. Open glove compartment, flash state stickers in cops face.
"See, I'm legal. Just haven't put them on yet."
"Ok. Where do your folks live?"
"20 minutes down the road."
Can't reach my dad on his cellphone, so agree to have vehicle towed. 5 minutes later, my dad calls back. Towtruck shows up.
"You should be good now."
Cops are generally wonderful people..servants of the public and all that but man they make me so nervous. I stutter, drop things, and act like an idiot(even when I'm NOT low)
Towed to shop, 2 hours (and many $$'s) later- thermostat replaced, gasket replaced. Good as new. Annoying thing is, I'd just had my car serviced 3 days previously and they didn't say a word(maybe it isn't something you can tell is going to happen).
I'm glad this didn't turn into the D edition of "Cops" (it did once, same breakdown spot,cop told the towtruck to take me to the Subway + get food into me before anything else). Ahh, the situations one can find one self in.
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