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Yes, Officer
Aug. 9th, 2006 12:37 pmSo, on Saturday night I gave a night tour. Got done a little after 10:30. My friend Mel gave me a ride home, as he often does. This was particularly nice of him on that night, as I didn't have enough money on my SmartTrip to take the bus, and taking the train home from that spot is a big pain in the neck.
Anyway, he's driving me home, we're chatting. And he turns down the street to head towards my house. And gets stopped at a police safety checkpoint. No big deal, just a bit of a pain, and it's always scary when they wonder off with your ID. Plus, Mel's a big black man, so I imagine that his view of cops is slightly different than mine. While we're sitting there, his car starts stalling out on him. One of the cops (who were actually kind of being jerky, but I think they were just trying to be friendly) says something about him needing a tune-up. He just had one like a month ago. The cop asks all kinds questions about the parking tag on Mel's car (he needs it to get into the cemetery), and Mel's clearly stressing out about the car and just wanting to move on, so I'm trying to be friendly and all that good stuff, because I'm the sweet young white girl who can be friendly and relaxed and flirt with the cops and make sure that nothing escalates. Mel's a sweetheart, but he can lose his patience and his voice had that impatient tone, which is not a tone you want to use with a cop, no matter what the situation is.
Anyway, the cop says something like "Relax. Do you know Chief Ramsey? He's the good-looking one in the middle over there." (This was not Chief Ramsey by the way) I say (because the guy does have gold on his helmet and such) "You just have to say he's handsome because he's your boss." Which gets the response, "Did you hear that, she thinks he's handsome!" And also the other cops say that I'm pretty (which, you know, yay for me) and ask if I want his (the faux-chief's) number. And the poor guy that they're teasing just shakes his head and says, "We're going to get complaints about tonight." I reassured him that I wasn't going to complain, because, hey, that was like the fourth person to hit on me that day, and it's not like they'd threatened to strip-search me or anything.
But then we're clear to go, and Mel's car won't. It's a manual transmission, so the cops helpfully try to push-start it. Which doesn't work. So then they try to jump it. Which also doesn't work, so the starter or something is broken. I get a ride home from the nice female detective who'd tried to jump it. And Mel got home somehow. I felt so bad, but I couldn't invite him home, since I didn't want to scare my roommate with the random stranger in the guest bedroom, and I didn't know how that would help him anyway. So I hop in the unmarked police car and get a ride home, and the officer had misunderstood my directions, and started to drop me off on the corner, and I told her it was cool and I could walk, but she wouldn't let me, because even though it was like 10 steps, she said "If something happens to you, Fox 5 will get a hold of it and twist it all around." And she had a point.
So, the whole point of this story is that I got driven home after 11 by a police officer on Saturday night.
Anyway, he's driving me home, we're chatting. And he turns down the street to head towards my house. And gets stopped at a police safety checkpoint. No big deal, just a bit of a pain, and it's always scary when they wonder off with your ID. Plus, Mel's a big black man, so I imagine that his view of cops is slightly different than mine. While we're sitting there, his car starts stalling out on him. One of the cops (who were actually kind of being jerky, but I think they were just trying to be friendly) says something about him needing a tune-up. He just had one like a month ago. The cop asks all kinds questions about the parking tag on Mel's car (he needs it to get into the cemetery), and Mel's clearly stressing out about the car and just wanting to move on, so I'm trying to be friendly and all that good stuff, because I'm the sweet young white girl who can be friendly and relaxed and flirt with the cops and make sure that nothing escalates. Mel's a sweetheart, but he can lose his patience and his voice had that impatient tone, which is not a tone you want to use with a cop, no matter what the situation is.
Anyway, the cop says something like "Relax. Do you know Chief Ramsey? He's the good-looking one in the middle over there." (This was not Chief Ramsey by the way) I say (because the guy does have gold on his helmet and such) "You just have to say he's handsome because he's your boss." Which gets the response, "Did you hear that, she thinks he's handsome!" And also the other cops say that I'm pretty (which, you know, yay for me) and ask if I want his (the faux-chief's) number. And the poor guy that they're teasing just shakes his head and says, "We're going to get complaints about tonight." I reassured him that I wasn't going to complain, because, hey, that was like the fourth person to hit on me that day, and it's not like they'd threatened to strip-search me or anything.
But then we're clear to go, and Mel's car won't. It's a manual transmission, so the cops helpfully try to push-start it. Which doesn't work. So then they try to jump it. Which also doesn't work, so the starter or something is broken. I get a ride home from the nice female detective who'd tried to jump it. And Mel got home somehow. I felt so bad, but I couldn't invite him home, since I didn't want to scare my roommate with the random stranger in the guest bedroom, and I didn't know how that would help him anyway. So I hop in the unmarked police car and get a ride home, and the officer had misunderstood my directions, and started to drop me off on the corner, and I told her it was cool and I could walk, but she wouldn't let me, because even though it was like 10 steps, she said "If something happens to you, Fox 5 will get a hold of it and twist it all around." And she had a point.
So, the whole point of this story is that I got driven home after 11 by a police officer on Saturday night.
