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“I coulda’ killed you. You’d be dead right now if I hadn’t of hit my brakes.” Words no one should hear after flashing lights and siren pull you over in the dark. I’m still a little shocked after the incident.
I always wondered what it would be like to have the authority to pull over someone who “failed to yield the right-away”. Us mere mortals, only get to yell, flip, and drive on muttering. But as a Police Officer, you get to do an illegal U-turn, almost cause an accident, and terrorize helpless civilians.
I guess I should be grateful that after I made a stupid call in judgement, after a distracted moment, I got off with a warning. The little snot declared that if he had given me a ticket, I would have lost my license and just “what the hell was I doing in his state anyways”.
I’ve been thinking about this for several days now and can come up with no reason why he was so angry, hostile, and down-right scary rude. He had the gun. I didn’t say anything. I told him what I was doing as he shined his flashlight in my eyes. I made no sudden movements. I just don’t get it. He scared the bejeezus out of me and that makes me angry.
After he drove off, I made it to a well-lit place, pulled over, and indulged in a small nervous breakdown. I still had several hours of night-driving yet to get home.
Was he having a bad day? Was he annoyed? I didn’t know it was any of his business what I was doing in ‘his state’. Maybe he was pissed I scared him? I just don’t get it.
