True Story Tuesday

Today I thought I would tell you a couple of quick stories. Stories of my encounters with the police, not that there are many. The first was about 18 years ago. I had moved out on my own and bought my first car. I was driving to work one day when I saw the red lights. I pulled off the side of the road and was a nervous wreck. I could not think what I had done wrong. As the policeman got out of the car I realized that my tags were expired and my new tags were in my back seat. So I turn around to reach for the tags when I heard “STOP”. Instantly I knew what a stupid move that was. He had no idea what I was reaching for. As he walked up to my door he looked in the back seat and said “mam, please have someone help you put those on today. I felt so stupid.
Several years later and four kids later I was leaving post and thought I was out of housing when I saw the lights again behind me. I honestly do not know who it was; he is not a city policeman and definitely not military police. Anyways, he pulled me over and walked up to the window and started fussing at me for speeding. I was going 30 in a 25. I explained that I was no longer in housing. He said that it technically was housing for another half a block. As he walks back to his car my daughter asked me if I was going to jail. My response was “no, he is just a rent a cop”. I instantly felt bad and apologized to my kids for not respecting authority. I was lucky the man did not hear me.
I really do respect police even if I do not agree with them.
Pamela