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The thick-boned sow, a real throw-back, was visibly incensed by my error, but I didn’t take it personally. I knew it wasn’t just me. One look at her told you she had many things to be angry about; deeply angry. It was obvious, she was looking for someone to pay, and pay dearly. The writing on the wall said 'Ball-buster.' “Shit” I thought.
From the driver’s seat, she began upbraiding me like I was some insolent child, but out of habit, I only heard snippets of what she was saying. What I did notice was the tone of voice. It carried the jagged edges of contempt for her fellow citizen, the same people she once swore “to serve and protect.”
“This car is parked illegally and I’m having it towed. Don’t you know you can’t have an unregistered car parked on the street?” she barked.
I replied “Yes I know my car is on the street, but no, I didn’t know it wasn't allowed. Do you understand that this is my home, and the only reason I don’t have it registered because I can’t afford to? I wish it was registered, so my wife and I would each have a car to drive. Furthermore, you guys left a sixty-five dollar ticket and stuck one of those orange stickers on it like I had abandoned it on the I-10. I thought it was some weird rookie mistake.”
She said, “No it wasn’t. Having unregistered vehicles on the street like this is illegal; it brings down property values. We just can’t have it. The tow truck is on its way right now, move it or it’ll be towed, Buster.”
I couldn’t hide my contempt. “Property values? Ha! Talk to
“No I’m not kidding. And no, I don’t have anything better to do. I’m on this parking detail so other officers can catch the killers and rapists.”
“That’s too bad. Is that an obtuse way of saying your bosses don’t like you either?” I was chuckling, but my sense of humor was rapidly dwindling. “It seems like you guys are desperate, and they sent you out looking for any reason to grab some free cash and cars. It’s sick, really. You should be ashamed.”
At that point she started ignoring me, and taking pictures of me and my '96 Explorer, still from the front seat of her cruiser. As she clicked away, I gave her a couple of classic body-building poses and then went inside the house to get my wife and the keys.
When I came out, I asked the officer “Are you going to ticket me for driving this thing into my driveway?” She said “No. I’m not.” but I didn’t believe her. I was walking a tightrope and I couldn’t afford to screw up now. My wife got in the driver’s seat and I pushed the car into the driveway. After I pushed the car to its final resting place, she started to leave. As she did, I said to her, “You know, you’re a really bad person; a real scum of the earth type.” “Scum of the earth, I say!” over-acting and pointing my finger in the air.
She stopped just short of the corner, and I thought “Now I’ve done it. I’ve pushed it too far.” But, she only was stopping to hassle the Native American family two doors down for the same reason, again from the front seat of her cruiser.
I laughed to myself as I went inside: “Not long ago, their ancestors would be adding her scalp to their collection if she dared tell them they couldn’t tie their horse in front of their own tee pee. My, how times have changed."
Truth be told, I wouldn't have blamed them; not in the least.