That was the first thing I heard when I turned the television on this morning. Have you seen that infomercial? They're slippers that you heat in the microwave... not an actual booty that is considered hot. Yeah. I think I'll move on, too.
The middle had me up early on this chilly morning to drive him over to a friend's house to do his new favorite thing: longboarding. Ever since the FedEx man dropped his Christmas present off early last Saturday, the boy has turned into a faithful weather watcher and a man with a mission. He's also had his first run-in with the law. While out Monday on his board, he crossed over the street to get out of the way of the only car on the road. The local po-po were hanging out on a street corner when one decided to holler out, Hey you with the long hair. Get over here.
And if you've read this blog long enough or know me at all, then you know the husband has law enforcement experience and the highest respect for the men- and women- who stand in those shoes. This particular instance, however, just had us both wondering if the man had nothing better to do.
Anyway, the middle looks around, discerns that he is the only person around (long hair or not), and makes his way over to the officer. The guy asks him who he is, where he is going, and why he is out in the first place (at this point the husband interjected Probable Cause?). So the middle answers with his name, where he is headed, and why he is out. A car pulls up with a girl behind the wheel which momentarily distracts the officer. Thinking he is free to go, the middle starts to take off.
Not so fast.
The officer yells at him to come back, lectures him on the rules of the road, writes him a citation (which basically boiled down to a warning), and sends him on his way. The middle, wondering if he would still like to pursue a career in criminal justice, continues on his journey to visit a friend's house. We just happened to be standing outside later when he came whizzing back down the road and into the driveway. The first thing he did was pull out a folded blue paper from his pocket, tell us his story, and ask Can I hang it on my wall?
The things that make a kid proud.
The things that make a husband grumble.
The things I get to write about. =)
1 comment:
I'm sure there were MORE IMPORTANT things for that officer to be doing, indeed. No harm done, except the impression this must have made to someone doing nothing wrong. Made an interesting blurb here, however.
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