STOPPED BY A COP
As the cop walked toward my car I thought, “What the fuck does this asshole want. I stopped, and I wasn’t speeding? Am I about to get a bull shit ticket just to fill his quota?”
I pulled out my driver’s license. As he approached I rolled down my window. My registration and insurance card were in my glove compartment. I left them there as I have heard cops do not like to approach a car and have the driver duck down and reach for something that they cannot see. I put both of my hands on my steering wheel where the officer could see them when he approached.
When the officer leaned by my window I responded, “My registration and insurance card is in the glove compartment if you need them,” as I thought, “What did I do, and what does this prick want from me.”
“No need for that sir, I pulled you over for an expired inspection sticker, but I see that what I thought was a five is really an eight. You are good to go, sorry for the inconvenience. You have a nice day now.”
“No problem officer, you have a nice day too.”
My skin color had nothing to do with this traffic stop. My skin color had nothing to do with the officer’s demeanor. If I was black, I think I would have thought otherwise.