so.
I'm getting a little comfortable with this thing. You know, vest, gun, sedan (o.k., so the sedan is now higher on the "pain in my backside" list than the vest...)
So tonight FTO turns me loose. We set up radar on a nice little 35 mph zone that everyone trucks through around 50. I'm generous... (hah!) I won't stop for any less than 12 over. We're chatting about search and seizure laws, vehicle search incident to arrest, etc....
When *my* stop comes over the crest of the horizon... "50" I guess... 51 reads the radar.
This is IT. MY first stop of my own, not FTO's, not 'turn on that one, stop that one.' MINE, all MINE.
I call it in--there are like FIFTY things to do, seatbelt (note to self, don't get it stuck on gun) lights, take down lights, spotlight, radio in to dispatch, try to read the plate, angle the cruiser just *so*, turn wheels... phew... we're stopped.
Do the quiet door thing. Approach cautiously, back windows are all steamy (it's been sneet & frizzle up here all night). Do the fingerprint on the trunk thing, trunk is locked. Check. Good. Get up to the door... older guy, with Mumma in the passenger seat. Already handing me a bunch of stuff, license firmly ensconced in the wallet with some other type of id....
"Sir, do you know why I stopped you tonight?"
"Well, yes, Deputy, I do. I was going a little fast there..."
me: "So you are familiar with the area..."
Him: "Yes, it's a 35 zone... I just got in from Boston, been driving all day.... "
me: "Do you have a registration and proof of insurance Sir?"
him, getting it from Mumma: "Yes, here you go... I used to work for Municipal A, you know... do you know anyone there?"
ME: OH ****. I look down, see the surname... the surname that used to have CAPTAIN in front of it. I can't help but crack a grin. Municipal A is where I work PT and have just been waiting and yearning to get on Reserve... do I *know* Muni A? Do I KNOW ANYONE????? HAHHAHAHAHAHH!!!!!
I walk behind the vehicle with my FTO. "Do you *know* who I stopped?" I'm laughing now, part embarassed, part sheer incredulity... "Captain so-n-so... MUNI A."
FTO laughs. I hand back wallet (with LE ID DOH!) and stuff...
me: Thank you Sir, you're all set. Have a nice night Sir... slow it down just a bit and get home safely..."
Him, chuckling: "Thanks, you did a good job."
LOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!! This is just tooooooo funny.
Later training Sgt says, "I didn't hear you *run* his license?"
Me: "I'm NEW, not STUPID."
Of course, I fessed up to Muni A C.O. the moment we got back in for paperwork. MUCH better to fess up than be caught... Of course, Muni C.O. says he'll be sure the story goes that I WROTE Captain so-and-so...
*Most* ironic part is this guy is a friend of a friend of my FATHER'S, 4.5 hours South of here. Dad retired a Reserve Lt. in the town I grew up in. Not too long ago says, "Hay, do you know the name so-and-so?" Me... nope, never heard of him. Before my time...
well, ya know, NOW I've heard of him.
Dontcha LOVE being a rookie???
I'm getting a little comfortable with this thing. You know, vest, gun, sedan (o.k., so the sedan is now higher on the "pain in my backside" list than the vest...)
So tonight FTO turns me loose. We set up radar on a nice little 35 mph zone that everyone trucks through around 50. I'm generous... (hah!) I won't stop for any less than 12 over. We're chatting about search and seizure laws, vehicle search incident to arrest, etc....
When *my* stop comes over the crest of the horizon... "50" I guess... 51 reads the radar.
This is IT. MY first stop of my own, not FTO's, not 'turn on that one, stop that one.' MINE, all MINE.
I call it in--there are like FIFTY things to do, seatbelt (note to self, don't get it stuck on gun) lights, take down lights, spotlight, radio in to dispatch, try to read the plate, angle the cruiser just *so*, turn wheels... phew... we're stopped.
Do the quiet door thing. Approach cautiously, back windows are all steamy (it's been sneet & frizzle up here all night). Do the fingerprint on the trunk thing, trunk is locked. Check. Good. Get up to the door... older guy, with Mumma in the passenger seat. Already handing me a bunch of stuff, license firmly ensconced in the wallet with some other type of id....
"Sir, do you know why I stopped you tonight?"
"Well, yes, Deputy, I do. I was going a little fast there..."
me: "So you are familiar with the area..."
Him: "Yes, it's a 35 zone... I just got in from Boston, been driving all day.... "
me: "Do you have a registration and proof of insurance Sir?"
him, getting it from Mumma: "Yes, here you go... I used to work for Municipal A, you know... do you know anyone there?"
ME: OH ****. I look down, see the surname... the surname that used to have CAPTAIN in front of it. I can't help but crack a grin. Municipal A is where I work PT and have just been waiting and yearning to get on Reserve... do I *know* Muni A? Do I KNOW ANYONE????? HAHHAHAHAHAHH!!!!!
I walk behind the vehicle with my FTO. "Do you *know* who I stopped?" I'm laughing now, part embarassed, part sheer incredulity... "Captain so-n-so... MUNI A."
FTO laughs. I hand back wallet (with LE ID DOH!) and stuff...
me: Thank you Sir, you're all set. Have a nice night Sir... slow it down just a bit and get home safely..."
Him, chuckling: "Thanks, you did a good job."
LOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!! This is just tooooooo funny.
Later training Sgt says, "I didn't hear you *run* his license?"
Me: "I'm NEW, not STUPID."
Of course, I fessed up to Muni A C.O. the moment we got back in for paperwork. MUCH better to fess up than be caught... Of course, Muni C.O. says he'll be sure the story goes that I WROTE Captain so-and-so...
*Most* ironic part is this guy is a friend of a friend of my FATHER'S, 4.5 hours South of here. Dad retired a Reserve Lt. in the town I grew up in. Not too long ago says, "Hay, do you know the name so-and-so?" Me... nope, never heard of him. Before my time...
well, ya know, NOW I've heard of him.
Dontcha LOVE being a rookie???
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