{"id":226,"date":"2013-05-10T17:55:11","date_gmt":"2013-05-10T22:55:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sunlightbay.com\/blog\/?p=226"},"modified":"2013-05-10T17:59:52","modified_gmt":"2013-05-10T22:59:52","slug":"i-got-stopped-by-the-police","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sunlightbay.com\/blog\/2013\/05\/10\/i-got-stopped-by-the-police\/","title":{"rendered":"I Got Stopped by the POLICE"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Just as I pulled through the intersection with a four-way stop sign, I saw a police car parked a half a block away. As I slowly eased on through the intersection, I saw the police car pull away from the curb. Oh, shit, I thought. I bet he is going to stop me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I fit the profile: Old white guy, in a late model Volvo, clean shaven, casually dressed. I had left my hoody at home; it&#8217;s a bit hot here today for the hoody. I had just switched the radio from loud rap music to NPR. I looked like I could be someone&#8217;s grandfather.<\/p>\n<p>Sure enough, he was after me. I have watched \u201cCops\u201d on TV, so I knew to turn off the engine and stay in the car. He came up to the door but stayed behind me somewhat. I had to turn my head way around to see him. He acted as if he didn&#8217;t want me to see his face. Since he was the one that stopped me, I thought I would let him start the conversation. He did. He wanted to see my driver license, registration, and proof of insurance.<\/p>\n<p>I guess based on my profile, he didn&#8217;t feel the need to look up my license plate or call to see if I had any outstanding warrants, because he never left to go back to his car to do that.<\/p>\n<p>He asked, \u201cDo you know why I&#8217;m stopping you?\u201d. \u00a0I ventured a wild guess and said, \u201cCould it have been for that rolling stop I made at the stop sign?\u201d. Yes, it was. \u00a0Honesty is usually the best policy.<\/p>\n<p>Then, again probably based on my profile, he said he was only going to give me a warning. Or it could have been because I looked so pitiful, old, remorseful, non-combative. I can really turn it on if I need to.<\/p>\n<p>After that the lecture started. I paid full attention. I would have taken notes but I didn&#8217;t have any paper. I nodded in agreement about how a ticket can go on your record, causing your insurance to go up. I got wide-eyed when he explained about all the reports from this neighborhood about drivers running stop signs. <em>Ooo!<\/em> <i>I guess crime is rampant around here. <\/i>Then, I interjected, \u201cI live in this neighborhood, I hope that drivers obey the stop signs\u201d. I should have been penalized for saying something so cheesy as that, but I wasn&#8217;t. Afterwards, I realized that I had broken one of the rules for how to act when you are stopped by the POLICE. <i>Keep your hands in sight and don&#8217;t say anything unless you are asked a question. Only answer the question.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>After the lecture, he just kind of disappeared back to his car. I didn&#8217;t get a chance to say how much I admired the police and that I rarely get stopped and how I have an uncle that is a retired police office. I didn&#8217;t even ask him his name. \u00a0I didn&#8217;t know the etiquette about who should drive away first. But, since I was in front, I left first. I stuck my head out of the window to look back for oncoming traffic before pulling away. I wanted to look like a model of driving perfection.<\/p>\n<p>I must admit I came to a full stop at every one of the damned stop signs on my way home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Just as I pulled through the intersection with a four-way stop sign, I saw a police car parked a half a block away. As I slowly eased on through the intersection, I saw the police car pull away from the curb. Oh, shit, I thought. I bet he is going to stop me. 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