I work for the government and am frequently on the road in a government van, driving to the four towns that I work in. Most towns up here have the highway running right through town.
Last year I was leaving one town, on the highway. The school is beside the highway. I was driving 100kph, the highway speed limit. The speed limit through the town, though, because of the school, was recently reduced to 35kph. I was not aware of this. A cop spies me from his kitchen window, jumps in his patrol car, and gives chase. My home community is about an hour or so away.
Because I’m doing highway speed it takes him about ten miles to catch me. By this time he has worked himself into a frenzy, like foaming at the mouth mad. People get shot like this, he’s that angry.
I pull over. He approaches my van, purple with rage. My attitude is calm, relaxed. My thoughts are that I’m a careless speeder, not a bank robber, and that he needs to calm the **** down.
He proceeds to literally holler at me for several minutes. I remain calm, and this seems to aggravate him more.
He threatens several times to seize my vehicle, call my boss, and make my life hell. I say nothing other then polite responses. Finally, he storms back to his cruiser and speeds off.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that as a respected, valued employee with an exemplary record my boss would have simply told me not to do it again.
My wife would have driven over to pick me up, we would have gone for dinner at the restaurant and then spent the night having great hotel sex.
The cop, however, would have been up to his ears in government paperwork having seized my vehicle. He’d probably still be filling out forms and being responsible for storing my piece of crap government van.
I wish I could tell him that.