unjonharley wrote:Think I told this back in 08..
I was out mooping.. Stoped to pick some thing up.. Some times my body wont do what i want it.. When this happens my limbs spaz out and do there own thing.. Must be a hell of a sight for others to see.. Anyway I spazed out.. Cop was half a block away.. He was there and out of his truck in a second to help me.. Everything was under control a few seconds later.. I thanked him for his offer to help..
I sure as hell don't come under the young and pretty.. That cop reacted the way he was trained..
Wellll... I think you're cute, Unjon.... ;)
I agree - Jerroc's advice is spot on - Badge number, agency, time, date, and location. What happened, how you reacted, how the cop reacted, and WITNESSES!!!
For years - well over a decade - I worked front line emergency services. I can't count the number of times a cop put her or his ass on the line to help someone. Ever see a squeamish paramedic stand there clueless, and watch a cop jump in and stat lifesaving stuff? I have. Talking down jumpers from bridges ? That was my stock in trade for some 12 years, and I've seen LEO's out there, again risking their lives, to try to get the person down. And when they don't, I've seen these supposed "evil assholes" break down in tears.
I won't say there aren't asshole cops - Dick's ticket is a case in point. It's not as prevalent as it was, but they're still out there. And that's why there are Judges and Trials and things of that nature.
And... um... whether or not I'm "young and pretty" doesn't really have shit to do with it. When I was an idiot kid and had an attitude problem (and was far younger and cuter), I caught my share of shit, and tickets, and even a night or 3 in the GreyBar Free Bed-n-breakfast. But I finally grew up, quit acting like I was above the law, and lo and behold - when I stopped coming off as a PITA asshole brat to them, they stopped treating me like one.
Ya know... I still get tickets, but usually that's OK, because I understand that I fractured the law, and got caught, so I gotta be an adult and deal with it. I don't try to weasel my way out of it, and ya know what? THAT gets me respect from them. Even had one put a ticket book away and give me a warning, in Texas, for a BLATANT violation in a small suburb of Metro San Antonio (45 in a 20!!)... again, not 'cuz I'm "cute and young" but because I told the cop what I'd done, how it happened, that I'd fucked up (my words) and I felt like an idiot... um... what's the fine for my stupidity, and how do I pay it?
I got my share of bad cop stories, too - the assholes in a 1/2 horse shithole in Northern California, who pulled me over for a "license plate light out" (Clearlake) on my way home from my daughter's, which I fought in court and won (woman judge...). The Fuckbat Sergeant in the Davis PD that pulled me over as I'm getting on the freeway at 2 AM (just got off shift), and his buds show up, and start doing rather obscene and threatening gestures (with flashlights, nightsticks, and pointing at the corn field across the highway while emulating digging with a shovel) ... until a CHP unit pulls in behind (wanted to see what was up) and they all cleared out Toute-suite. (this was... um... 18+ years ago, and I STILL refuse to go anywhere near Davis). Having my car tossed - hard - when I was in my crankster days because I looked "suspicious" (well, I did, I guess - fracking tweakers) and then left on the side of the road trying to figure how to put the seats back in and stuff upholstery in my now-broken trunk. But compared with the "good" interactions (from ones I got citations from to the guys who saw me limping into my bar and asked if I was OK, leading to a beer bash at my place that night) outweigh that by like 100 to 1. I consider those 1 in 100 fucks abberations.
