Good cop, bad cop: Part II

Because of course, there IS a part II and I would be remiss not to share it with you.

I did pass by the construction site today, more than once, but our friend, Officer X, was not there. Maybe they all have to divide the overtime evenly. Or maybe he had something better to do and opted not to work OT. Either way, he wasn't there.

Now, let me set the scene for you. Those of you familiar with our happy little town know the 'T' intersection that is Pillsbury Road that if you are traveling heading East on the eastern side of Mammoth Road and turn right, will continue on Pillsbury Road to a Stop sign, or if you turn left, will take you onto Hardy Road. Drivers on Hardy Road and Pillsbury Road that come to this intersection must stop before proceeding; however, drivers on Pillsbury Road have the right of way. Okay, now do you have this visual in your head? Good. Here is what happened.

I was driving on Pillsbury, preparing to turn left onto Hardy. Drivers were stopped at the Stop signs in either direction, however the car on Pillsbury that was going straight onto Hardy proceeded without coming to a complete stop. This is typical for this intersection, and you have to be cautious all the time. So this car proceeded and I turned left behind him. The patrol car that was behind this car stopped at the sign, and then proceeded through. And then he turned on his lights. I pulled over. At first, I thought he was going to pass me to go after the car in front of me for not coming to a complete stop and essentially cutting me off, but he didn't. He pulled up behind me.

He got out of his car and approached mine and guess who it was? "Oh, I see," I stated when I saw him. Until I saw who it was, I was still trying to figure out why I was pulled over because I knew I did nothing wrong.

"License and registration, please?"

"Why did you pull me over?" I demanded.

"License and registration," with more authority this time.

I bit my tongue because I knew I'd regret what I wanted to say, and handed over my license. While I was looking for the registration, he stated, "The reason I pulled you over is because you didn't use your signal to turn."

Well. I gave him an incredulous look. "I don't have to use my signal to turn. You let the car in front of me cut me off and you pulled me over for not using my directional? I have the right of way. I don't have to use it."

He stood firm, but I could tell he looked deflated, apparently not pleased that I was not showing fear or that I was telling him what I knew to be fact. "Yes, you turned left and you should have used your left-hand signal."

"Oh, come on! Can't you just let yesterday go and move on and stop wasting my time with your silly bullying games?"

I hadn't yet found the registration to give to him when he handed my license back to me. "Slow it down," he said as he walked back to his car.

Slow it down? Who said anything about anybody speeding?

I told you he was a jerk.