I was pulled over for running a red light. Entered the intersection on yellow, but did not clear it in yellow.
The nice officer told me why he pulled me over, then asked, "How many beers did you drink?" That was good!
For a split second, I wondered how he knew that I'd had a beer, then I realized that it's a leading question. I told him that I had one with dinner and was told to wait in the car while he ran my DL and VR.
Three more cars came and the officer in charge of the drunk driving for the shift came and talked to me and asked me to step out so he can do some tests. When I walked out, he asked me if I had any weapons. There's the fun began. "Of course," I told him.
After removed everything off of me, he asked if there were other weapons in the car. I told him that my wife had more. He kept asking why I had so much stuff, which was annoying, but I didn't want to start a **** fest so I just told him that I had less than him and I was trying to keep up. From there on, we were laughing and cracking jokes. Later, I wondered what the cars that drove by must have been thinking to see someone being disarmed and laughing with the police.
He gave me the pen test, which, of course, I passed; then we talked guns a bit. The officer who pulled me over, brought back our firearms and told the "drunk driving" officer that the mags are numbered and to make sure they go back in the correct firearms. The firearms were returned and I was told to wait for something else. The "drunk driving" guy came back with a written warning and told me that it does not mean anything and I could throw it away.
They each thanked me for the cooperation and I thanked them for the warning. The experience was almost pleasant. They were all great guys with a good sense of humor.
The nice officer told me why he pulled me over, then asked, "How many beers did you drink?" That was good!
For a split second, I wondered how he knew that I'd had a beer, then I realized that it's a leading question. I told him that I had one with dinner and was told to wait in the car while he ran my DL and VR.Three more cars came and the officer in charge of the drunk driving for the shift came and talked to me and asked me to step out so he can do some tests. When I walked out, he asked me if I had any weapons. There's the fun began.
"Of course," I told him.After removed everything off of me, he asked if there were other weapons in the car. I told him that my wife had more.
He kept asking why I had so much stuff, which was annoying, but I didn't want to start a **** fest so I just told him that I had less than him and I was trying to keep up. From there on, we were laughing and cracking jokes. Later, I wondered what the cars that drove by must have been thinking to see someone being disarmed and laughing with the police. He gave me the pen test, which, of course, I passed; then we talked guns a bit. The officer who pulled me over, brought back our firearms and told the "drunk driving" officer that the mags are numbered and to make sure they go back in the correct firearms. The firearms were returned and I was told to wait for something else. The "drunk driving" guy came back with a written warning and told me that it does not mean anything and I could throw it away.
They each thanked me for the cooperation and I thanked them for the warning.
The experience was almost pleasant. They were all great guys with a good sense of humor.
Most remember me as that nice Korean Hillbilly fella and I wish to remain that.
