A Non-Encounter W/LEO (traffic stop)
i took a drive to the ex's less than an hour ago, to drop off a X-mas present for my daughter; she's seven years old. this is the first X-mas i won't be there to see her open her presents, so i'm bummed about that. i arrived, present in hand, and her mother sent her out to retrieve her gift. my baby grabbed it, kissed me, and went back inside. i'm hoping to have her over for a few days, after X-mas.
i drove off, irritated. as i drove, a patro lcar pulled up behind me. i stopped at an intersection, then drove through, and in a second, i had red and blues flashing in my rearview. i pulled over, and got all my papers ready.
he walked on over, said hello, and asked for my papers. "do you know why i pulled you over?"
"you ran the stop sign."
"did i? i thought i stopped."
"no, you kinda rolled it."
"if you say so."
he glanced at my windshield. "what's up with your inspection sticker?"
"i haven't had the money to get my window fixed."
"my van got broken into a month or two back. i was told that i need to get a window to pass inspection."
"i've heard of that. who told you that?"
"well, i'd try and get it done anyway. do you have any weapons in the car, sir?"
"do you have any weapons in the van?"
"i have nothing illegal in my van."
he paused, and smiled. "that's not what i asked. i only asked if you had a weapon in there."
"yes. i have a gun."
"where is it?"
"in a holster, where it belongs."
"alright. you have a license for it, right? you need that if you're gonna drive around with it."
"sure...here it is." i handed it over to him.
"alright, let me go make sure your info is up to date. shouldn't be more than a few minutes."
about five minutes later he returned with all my papers. "alright, you're good. listen, just do me a favor, and get this thing inspected. i hate citing people for dumb stuff like tags and inspections and stuff."
"and watch you're stop signs!"
i grinned an embarrassed grin. "will do."
"good. have a happy holiday, sir."
"you too, brother. be safe."
"thank you, sir."
i went home, with my money still in pocket, and my gun never left my holster. i never even got the 'just don't touch it' shpiel.
and that, my friends, is how an encounter should go.