common criminal
the Swim Cafe is approximately 4 block from my apartment (2 blocks east, 2 blocks north). i'm parked facing east and if I continue that way I'll have to cross the highway, head south a couple blocks past my street then head west a few more block and come back up north a couple to Huron, where I live. it'd be much easier, in my opinion, to wait for traffic to clear, make a U-Turn out of the spot and take a left at the Stop sign, right on Huron and I'm pretty much home. so it goes...
I've done all that when I hear sirens behind me. I quickly get over to let the paddy wagon following me pass. it doesn't. I feel I haven't pulled over and when I look in my mirror I see the cop in the passenger seat getting out. Oh! shit. he's gonna come yell at me to move so they can pass. I hit the gas a bit and make the turn I'm pulled over at and find more space between parked cars to get over all the way. the wagon follows and stops. OH! shit. they're pulling me over.
the female cop comes to my window, "license and insurance." confused, I hand over my license, which I've already pulled out and look for my insurance. "do you have your insurance card with you?" I have insurance, but I don't think I have my card with me. "you have to keep your insurance card with you, you know that?" I know, I don't have it. "do you know why I pulled you over?" no. "you made a U-Turn back on Chicago." i see. she starts to walk off. "is this your car?" yes.
madeline and I rifle through the rest of my papers to see if my insurance card is anywhere to be found. no. I do all my billing online now. I don't think they send me a card anymore. I think I have to print it out. I haven't done this. so it goes...
she takes a long time with the paperwork. I'm definitely getting a ticket. I've never, never, never been asked for my insurance. i have been pulled over before. it has always been license and registration. this situation is very odd to me. i know I should have my insurance card with me, but I have been a pretty safe driver for some time. ask my insurance company. now, it seems I am getting in trouble for not having it. the paperwork is taking an awful long time.
when the female cop comes back she tells me that she's holding my license and I must send in the paperwork she's handing me in order to get it back. some sort of bond situation. "why is my license being taken away?" I ask politely (Madeline commented later on the politeness of my questions). she responds with venom, "I could take you down to the station and hold you for not having your insurance card. I also could've made you come to court." o.k. so I send this in and get my license back. I apologize for the day you've been having. so it goes...
that last bit I didn't say. i just sat there. o.k. she is obviously not happy with my U-Turn and deep down inside she must hate bearded men in their thirties who drive 2001 Honda Civics. it was really a simple question I posed. why? but apparently, you can't ask why, you must just accept that the cop has the power to enforce whatever they feel about the situation at hand. yes, I am very happy I didn't get taken down to the station and do not have to appear in court, but aside from the mistake that they were trying to pass me and the minor traffic law I violated, I was never aggressive toward the officer in the situation. apparently, though, the officer decided that she needed to be aggressive toward me. assert her power, etc. etc. etc.
like a common criminal, I now drive around without a license, but a yellow slip of paper that states my license was taken from me. I can pay a fine and have it go on my record, pay a fine and take a class and have it cleared or attest in court that this cunt cop was in the wrong. of course, I was in the wrong and any sort of appearance by me in court would only prove her right even more. I could go to court, stand up and explain that I felt the cop placed undue emotional stress on me. 'I felt like I could break down, your honor. it was a minor traffic violation and I felt like I was being bullied on the playground. I thought police officers were supposed to be "civil" servants. not uncivilized aggressive byotches. I was in the wrong on the offense, your honor, but there was no reason to try for the cop put undue stress on me by being terrible at her job.' the gavel would come down and I would be made to pay and a mark would go on my record and the cop would walk out of the courtroom star badge entact and no pox on her house except that which I stir up in my mind. so it goes...
karma is a bitch, bitch. I wish I could be around when it comes and bites you in your tight ass, but I sleep at night knowing you are living unhappily and without humor or peace of mind.
I've done all that when I hear sirens behind me. I quickly get over to let the paddy wagon following me pass. it doesn't. I feel I haven't pulled over and when I look in my mirror I see the cop in the passenger seat getting out. Oh! shit. he's gonna come yell at me to move so they can pass. I hit the gas a bit and make the turn I'm pulled over at and find more space between parked cars to get over all the way. the wagon follows and stops. OH! shit. they're pulling me over.
the female cop comes to my window, "license and insurance." confused, I hand over my license, which I've already pulled out and look for my insurance. "do you have your insurance card with you?" I have insurance, but I don't think I have my card with me. "you have to keep your insurance card with you, you know that?" I know, I don't have it. "do you know why I pulled you over?" no. "you made a U-Turn back on Chicago." i see. she starts to walk off. "is this your car?" yes.
madeline and I rifle through the rest of my papers to see if my insurance card is anywhere to be found. no. I do all my billing online now. I don't think they send me a card anymore. I think I have to print it out. I haven't done this. so it goes...
she takes a long time with the paperwork. I'm definitely getting a ticket. I've never, never, never been asked for my insurance. i have been pulled over before. it has always been license and registration. this situation is very odd to me. i know I should have my insurance card with me, but I have been a pretty safe driver for some time. ask my insurance company. now, it seems I am getting in trouble for not having it. the paperwork is taking an awful long time.
when the female cop comes back she tells me that she's holding my license and I must send in the paperwork she's handing me in order to get it back. some sort of bond situation. "why is my license being taken away?" I ask politely (Madeline commented later on the politeness of my questions). she responds with venom, "I could take you down to the station and hold you for not having your insurance card. I also could've made you come to court." o.k. so I send this in and get my license back. I apologize for the day you've been having. so it goes...
that last bit I didn't say. i just sat there. o.k. she is obviously not happy with my U-Turn and deep down inside she must hate bearded men in their thirties who drive 2001 Honda Civics. it was really a simple question I posed. why? but apparently, you can't ask why, you must just accept that the cop has the power to enforce whatever they feel about the situation at hand. yes, I am very happy I didn't get taken down to the station and do not have to appear in court, but aside from the mistake that they were trying to pass me and the minor traffic law I violated, I was never aggressive toward the officer in the situation. apparently, though, the officer decided that she needed to be aggressive toward me. assert her power, etc. etc. etc.
like a common criminal, I now drive around without a license, but a yellow slip of paper that states my license was taken from me. I can pay a fine and have it go on my record, pay a fine and take a class and have it cleared or attest in court that this cunt cop was in the wrong. of course, I was in the wrong and any sort of appearance by me in court would only prove her right even more. I could go to court, stand up and explain that I felt the cop placed undue emotional stress on me. 'I felt like I could break down, your honor. it was a minor traffic violation and I felt like I was being bullied on the playground. I thought police officers were supposed to be "civil" servants. not uncivilized aggressive byotches. I was in the wrong on the offense, your honor, but there was no reason to try for the cop put undue stress on me by being terrible at her job.' the gavel would come down and I would be made to pay and a mark would go on my record and the cop would walk out of the courtroom star badge entact and no pox on her house except that which I stir up in my mind. so it goes...
karma is a bitch, bitch. I wish I could be around when it comes and bites you in your tight ass, but I sleep at night knowing you are living unhappily and without humor or peace of mind.
posted by Joshua Aaron Weinstein at 1:09 PM
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