My father was a NY city cop. One day he came home from duty and I followed him into my parent's room. He was taking off his clothes and showed me how to unload his gun. My mother didn't like it a bit. He told me not to ever touch his gun. I didn't.
Fast forward...
The little boy who would become DS learned his NYPD father was human.
Fast forward...
I meet "Officer Friendly" when I was in the 2nd grade. This is the first year being in the Baltimore City Public School system.
Fast forward...
I meet "Officer Friendly," again, when he comes to the Jr. high school I attended to get knuckleheads to stop walking the train tracks near the school.
Fast forward...
"Officer Friendly" dies in the line of duty. If I remember correctly, he was a motorcycle officer who was killed when his motorcycle crashed. People lined the streets for his funeral. Even the knuckleheads said he was a good cop.
Fast forward...
Brian and I finished taking an exam in high school. We were walking to the bus stop when a police officer stopped us saying we were breaking curfew. We told him we were in school and had taken exams. After the exams the school day is over. He didn't believe us and took us back to school where he was told we told the truth. He was taking us home when he got a call and dropped us off. We had a long walk to the bus stop.
Fast forward...
I was driving when a motorcycle passed us. Someone said, "I bet you can't catch him" and I did. Too bad for me there was a radar trap. Long story short, it was a $250 fine and 5 points, but since I told the truth about the motorcycle rider not speeding, it was knocked down 1 MPH which made it a $50 fine and 2 points.
Fast forward...
The next summer, when I was working as a "Dial 0" operator, a woman came to the building upset, saying she had to see one of the other operators. She took the other operator away. That night, the news led with a story of a man being killed by a state trooper. The man reached for a screwdriver and the trooper killed him. It turned out the man reached for the screwdriver because the glove compartment was broken and he used the screwdriver to open it. The man was my co-worker's husband.
Fast forward...
I go to a neighborhood Chinese joint across the street from Pimlico. After ordering I go back to my little red Nissan Sentra to wait. A car comes up and gets in front of my parked car. "If I wanted to get out, I sure couldn't do it with the way..."
A Black man comes out of the driver's side and approaches me. A white man comes out of the passenger side and approaches me from the other side. Because of how the car parked, I couldn't leave. "Damn. I'm about to die in the middle of the day, waiting for Yat Gaw Mein."
The Black men motions me to roll down the window and I refuse. The white man speaks into a microphone that he pulls out of his shirt. Now I see what is happening and I roll down the window. The Black guy asks to see my keys, looks in the car, and sees keys in the ignition. The white guy THEN identifies themselves as cops. I thank God I'm not dead because if I could have moved the car, I would have and they would have killed me because I damn sure would have tried to hit one of them to get away.
Fast forward...
A friend and I were coming from Atlantic City after giving the casinos our money. I got lost somehow. I went through a toll and a police officer pulled us over. I rolled down the window and started to say I was lost when he asked what was under my jacket.
"Me."
"Let me see the jacket!!!"
I handed it to him and he snatched it, patted it down, and threw it on the ground. He told us to get out and go to the back of the car. While he was talking to us in the back, another officer was searching the car in the front, without our permission. He ripped up carpet, turned out the glove compartment and found change in the seat. They asked to see what was in the trunk and said I could turn it down but that he has probable cause to tow the car and tear the car apart while we are in jail.
The probable cause? A Camel cigarette butt. A cigarette but that doesn't have a filter!
They searched, didn't see anything and was about to get into their car when my friend said, "Don't forget to get your license and registration!" They gave it to me, told me how to get back on the right path, and then followed us for about 10 miles.
Should I mention that I was on the New Jersey Turnpike?
Fast forward...
It was late and I was coming from the apartment of a woman I was seeing. I tried to merge but a car would not let me in. I slowed down and he slowed down. I sped up and he sped up. I slowed down and he slowed down. I punched it and got in. My car gets lit up and I pull over. The man screams at me and I scream back saying, "You wouldn't let me in! You slowed and I slowed, sped when I sped and..." Then I remembered I was in Prince Georges County, Maryland and I apologized and begged and said I was sorry and shut up. He let me go.
Fast fast forward...
I was working in the front of the house, moving boxes and doing other things. I tried to turn off the front of the house alarm zone and failed. The alarm sent a silent alarm to the police. While I'm moving boxes a patrol car comes up and stops. The cop gets out and says hi and asks if I live there. I say yes and he tells me a silent alarm came in and he has to check it out. He asks for my name and I tell him. He asks if there is mail in the house to verify. I go in the house and return with the mail. He then asks to see ID. I call for my wife, who is upstairs, to get my ID and why. She gets decent, comes down with my ID and, as I find out later, is ready to go to the police station to bail me out.
The police officer verifies who I am, apologizes and reiterates why the stop and I acknowledge and apologize. I had seen him before. It turns out my wife was in a slight accident that morning and he was the police officer who handled it. In fact, when I went to see what was wrong with her car, I talked to him for about 5 minutes.
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