LedJedi wrote:Scenarios like the one described always remind me of a stop i had a few years ago. I was speeding a bit and got pulled over. I had the engine off, wallet out and at the window. I had turned my head to say something to my wife about the time the officer walked up. He asked me for my insurance (already holding out my license in the same hand my wallet was in. When he asked for the insurance i reached in the wallet with my other hand and held it out to him. I turned back to say something to the officer and realized I was holding out a $50 bill in front of him, not my insurance. He did NOT look happy about it either.
The blood trained from my face and I apologized about 100 times and quickly got out my insurance. He had a bit of an attitude, but i can't say a blame him. Was an honest mistake on my part but made me look REALLY bad. lol
Thats hilarious.
I can relate to that because I did something similar when I was in College. I was still living in Austin at the time. I was going home from a night club one evening and was traveling along MoPac. I had a yellow '69 Jaguar XKE roadster...and sometimes I would manage to creep a little bit over the speed limit.
Apparently, I was speeding (just a bit) that night...because a few blocks from where I would turn off to go home, an officer fell in behind me and lit me up. Of course, I pulled over immediately and got my wallet out.
Because I had partaken of a few beers that night (2-3 really), I was a little worried that he would smell it on my breath. I wasn't anything like intoxicated....but I just didn't want the stop to turn into anything eventful.
To that end...I was trying to keep my head turned away a little (clever 22 yr. old that I was), and when he asked me for my drivers license I reached into my wallet and handed it to him (I thought).
There was silence for a few seconds, then more silence...then he leans down to my window opening and says " Sir....I have plenty of gas, what I need is your D_R_I_V_E_R_S.....license" he says real slow. At this point he hands me back
my Exxon card.
I apologize profusely....tell him I am just going home for the night. Of course at this point...he asked the dreaded question: "Have you been drinking tonight"? I replied that I had...and that it was a couple of beers. He told me to go straight home...and to slow it down. I did exactly as he instructed... and felt very lucky that night. Talk about embarrassing!
That was 1976 and LEO were a bit more lax about folks drinking and driving, it probably wouldn't "fly" these days, but I quit drinking eons ago so it doesn't matter.
Anyway, the moral of the story is this: Look carefully at what it is you are handing the nice officer. It just might save you an embarrassing experience.