VonDigger
04-28-2005, 05:35 PM
Ok, heres the scene. I'm driving home from my buddies house late Sunday night and once I hit the back roads I start to get followed by the police. No big deal though, I wasn't speeding, swerving, or driving erratic. Well the cop follows me for like 3 miles before turning on the lights and pulling me over.
I had the window open, had licence, registration and proof of Insurance ready for when he gets up to my car. I asked him what I did to get pulled over, he promptly told me that I didn't do anything wrong and walked back to run everything. This had me puzzled. A half an hour later, he walks back to my car and tells me that my plate lights are not working. I was polite about everything, he handed me a written warning and sent me on my way. The warning stated that I had 15 days to get the problem fixed or I would get a fine. I did find out that when I got home, they were working fine. I jiggled the harness, messed the the sockets and changed the bulbs, but all in all, I found nothing wrong.
Well today, 4 days after getting the warning, I went to the police station to get everything verified that they do indeed work. First of all, there were no officers there, and to boot the secretary can verify that they did indeed work, but today she decided that she would just sign off on it and call it done because she didn't want to go out in the rain. I was like, "Look, I would feel better if you did actually see them working." Maybe I was wrong, but it's the anal retentive CYA attitude that made me say that. So she did go out and verify that they did work. She also told me that she was surprised that I actually showed up at all, most people blow them off.
The first thing, Why did take the officer 30 minutes to run my plate for a written warning? Hell, if it was me I would have just pulled the guy over and told him the plate lights were out and sent him on his way, and I wouldn't of followed the guy for 3 miles either.
The second thing that eats me up is that they weren't expecting me to actually show up. If the warning says 15 days or a fine will be issued, you better belive I'll show up cause I don't want to prospect of getting a fine hanging over my head.
I don't know. Maybe it's just me.
I had the window open, had licence, registration and proof of Insurance ready for when he gets up to my car. I asked him what I did to get pulled over, he promptly told me that I didn't do anything wrong and walked back to run everything. This had me puzzled. A half an hour later, he walks back to my car and tells me that my plate lights are not working. I was polite about everything, he handed me a written warning and sent me on my way. The warning stated that I had 15 days to get the problem fixed or I would get a fine. I did find out that when I got home, they were working fine. I jiggled the harness, messed the the sockets and changed the bulbs, but all in all, I found nothing wrong.
Well today, 4 days after getting the warning, I went to the police station to get everything verified that they do indeed work. First of all, there were no officers there, and to boot the secretary can verify that they did indeed work, but today she decided that she would just sign off on it and call it done because she didn't want to go out in the rain. I was like, "Look, I would feel better if you did actually see them working." Maybe I was wrong, but it's the anal retentive CYA attitude that made me say that. So she did go out and verify that they did work. She also told me that she was surprised that I actually showed up at all, most people blow them off.
The first thing, Why did take the officer 30 minutes to run my plate for a written warning? Hell, if it was me I would have just pulled the guy over and told him the plate lights were out and sent him on his way, and I wouldn't of followed the guy for 3 miles either.
The second thing that eats me up is that they weren't expecting me to actually show up. If the warning says 15 days or a fine will be issued, you better belive I'll show up cause I don't want to prospect of getting a fine hanging over my head.
I don't know. Maybe it's just me.