Unlike most other days, I left the house late for work today. Since I live in NW Las Vegas, and I'm temporarily working in our Geen Valley clinic, on the other side of the valley, I had a long way to go.
Fortunately it was Sunday, so the traffic was light, instead of the normal rush hour snarl. But, I was still running behind. and I suppose I was pushing it a bit, because as I was getting close, I passed by an unmarked state trooper. It seems that I was doing 77 in a 65 zone, and it wasn't long before I saw the lights come on. I signaled, and pulled onto the shoulder. I opened the car door, as the power window is broken, and will not roll down. However, I of course remained seated, seat belts in place, hands on the wheel, until he came up to the car on the passenger side, (of course the safe thing to do).
He signaled for me to open the door, and when I did he asked for my license. I had thought about what I would do should this happen, and I've read all of the threads on the topic. I had decided that I would immediately inform the officer, and advise him where the gun was, should I ever be stopped. So, the first thing that I said was "Before I moe my hands off of the wheel, I want to inform you that I have a concealed handgun permit, and I have a Glock 26 9mm pistol in my right front pocket. How would you like me to proceed? He told me that was fine, and that I could go ahead and hand him the license. I pulled out my OL, CHP, and my proof of insurance, and handed it to him, saying that I would have to look in my other wallet for my registration.
However, before I could do that, he asked where I was heading. I told him that I was going to work at the new clinic we have in the Walgreens, and gave him the address. He then handed me back the OL. CHP, and insurance card, and asked me to slow down, that I was going 77 in a 65 zone. I said that I would, and thanked him, he then shut the door and went back to his car.
I then pulled off, and headed on to work, at the limit this time. I got to work a little late, but that was ok, since the Nurse Practitioner had already opened the clinic. I was thrilled that he didn't give me a ticket. It may have been the CHP, or that I told him that I worked in a clinic, or he may have just been having a good day. However, whatever the reason. I'm happy that I didn't get a ticket.
Fortunately it was Sunday, so the traffic was light, instead of the normal rush hour snarl. But, I was still running behind. and I suppose I was pushing it a bit, because as I was getting close, I passed by an unmarked state trooper. It seems that I was doing 77 in a 65 zone, and it wasn't long before I saw the lights come on. I signaled, and pulled onto the shoulder. I opened the car door, as the power window is broken, and will not roll down. However, I of course remained seated, seat belts in place, hands on the wheel, until he came up to the car on the passenger side, (of course the safe thing to do).
He signaled for me to open the door, and when I did he asked for my license. I had thought about what I would do should this happen, and I've read all of the threads on the topic. I had decided that I would immediately inform the officer, and advise him where the gun was, should I ever be stopped. So, the first thing that I said was "Before I moe my hands off of the wheel, I want to inform you that I have a concealed handgun permit, and I have a Glock 26 9mm pistol in my right front pocket. How would you like me to proceed? He told me that was fine, and that I could go ahead and hand him the license. I pulled out my OL, CHP, and my proof of insurance, and handed it to him, saying that I would have to look in my other wallet for my registration.
However, before I could do that, he asked where I was heading. I told him that I was going to work at the new clinic we have in the Walgreens, and gave him the address. He then handed me back the OL. CHP, and insurance card, and asked me to slow down, that I was going 77 in a 65 zone. I said that I would, and thanked him, he then shut the door and went back to his car.
I then pulled off, and headed on to work, at the limit this time. I got to work a little late, but that was ok, since the Nurse Practitioner had already opened the clinic. I was thrilled that he didn't give me a ticket. It may have been the CHP, or that I told him that I worked in a clinic, or he may have just been having a good day. However, whatever the reason. I'm happy that I didn't get a ticket.