Dear Jane Q. Public:
I recently became aware that you took a few minutes out of your life to send an online complaint to my Department’s Internal Affairs Division because you were upset that I would not listen to your excuses about why you drove through that red light a couple of weeks ago and also because I addressed you in a tone that you thought was less than respectful. You also thought that it was ridiculous that I wrote you an additional ticket for not having your two year old buckled into a car seat.
I’ve been given a copy of the letter because I have to take time that could be used patrolling the streets in order to address the complaints you’ve lodged against me to my superiors as well as to the Internal Affairs Division.
I do remember writing you those tickets, yes. I recall that you eventually said you were sorry that you ran through that red light, but you were in a hurry to get your son from a lacrosse camp he was attending. You were quite pissed off when your apology didn’t make us all squarzies, right? Do you remember how mad you were?
I remember several things that you said and did during the course of our encounter that I mostly ignored, but I’ll go ahead and address them right now.
First and foremost, I remember that you didn’t roll your window down right away while I stood outside your car in the afternoon heat waiting patiently for you to acknowledge me. As a younger officer, standing outside a car like this would have made me feel like a jackass, but I’ve been around long enough that these sorts of passive aggressive actions don’t affect my mood anymore. I will say that it sure looked cool inside your $70,000 Porsche Cayenne. I admit that I was a little bit jealous. You see, the a/c in my patrol car hasn’t worked all summer and my very own ten year old family car has more and more difficulty everyday cooling me down on the drive home from work.
You were quite busy on your cell phone talking to somebody. You were very animated and managed to avoid looking at me for several minutes before you finally rolled your window down just a little bit. That somebody on the other line turned out to be your big deal lawyer husband. Do you remember those were your words to me? When you finally rolled down your window, the first thing you said was, “Here, talk to my husband, officer. He’s an attorney and kind of a big deal in this city.” Oh how mad you were that I didn’t take your phone to talk to him. Your husband wasn’t driving the car and I certainly believed you when you said that you were running late to pick up your son. What was he going to say? You see, it didn’t matter to me whether or not your husband would tell me that he knows the mayor or that he is friends with some commander in my police department or even a police department other than my own. Maybe he would have said that he gives lots of money to Backstoppers to support the families of first responders who die in the line of duty. That may have softened my mood just a little bit, but at the time, I didn’t need or even want to hear any of that.
I remember you telling me that your husband works at a prestigious local law firm and that you work part time as a volunteer at your children’s school. I didn’t ask you what your husband did for a living, or even if you were married. That you would imply that such things matter during the course of our encounter confuses me. I did ask where your kids went to school, because I have kids of my own and I figured you brought it up because you wanted to talk about it. You said that your kids go to a swanky private school many miles outside of the City where we met. You and your family live in one of the wealthiest suburbs in our area, and I recall telling you that I thought it was a nice area and that I’d heard the school your kids attended has a great reputation. You were surprised to hear it when I mentioned that I had family that lived out that way as well.
You also asked me, at the same time you were rifling angrily through your purse for your license, whether or not I had anything better to do than write tickets to tax paying citizens. I heard what you said, but I said “excuse me?” to see if you’d repeat it to my face and you did! You looked right at me and said, “Surely there’s something more important to be done in this City than writing me a goddam ticket!” Whoah, I thought! Using the Lord’s name in vain isn’t necessary, but I assured you that were there something more pressing to be dealt with currently that I’d be there and left it at that. I didn’t even touch the fact that as a volunteer at your kids’ school, you weren’t really much of a tax paying citizen.
Boy you were mad and I could tell you were on the verge of tears. It’s possible that you were trying to make yourself cry because that would surely cause me to lighten up, right? You were fuming as you handed me your license and insurance information. I have to be stoic in the presence of others while I’m on duty, but when I got back to my car to run your information, I felt bad for you. Isn’t that silly of me? You clearly have a pretty charmed life compared to most and I was feeling bad for you a little bit because it was me causing you to be upset. That’s just the sort of guy I am though. I have a soft spot for people in distress, and I’ve given many many many people the benefit of the doubt and let them go with just a warning. I wasn’t in the mood to give breaks on this day though.
I felt less sorry for you when your name popped up with a red notation on my screen as having an outstanding warrant from that swanky municipality where you live. Imagine my surprise to see that it was a warrant for speeding.
I sat in my car for a little bit longer than necessary to suck in some of the luke warm air coming from the vents of my police cruiser and to run some scenarios through my head. I imagined taking you to jail for your warrant and the fit that would have caused you to have! Can you imagine?! I saw you looking, no, you were sneering at me in your rear view mirror as you talked on your phone yet again. You were clearly perturbed. Do you know what though? If I can be honest with you, I was a bit perturbed too and I’d like to tell you why.
My attention was first drawn to your car by the sight of your two year old jumping up and down in the back seat while you were weaving in and out of traffic without using your turn signals. Did you even see me as you passed me? I was doing 35 mph and you passed me right there even though I was in my marked police cruiser. You were doing at least 50 mph. I don’t have radar handy when I’m driving down the street so I couldn’t tell exactly how fast you were going, but other drivers notice such erratic behavior and they were looking at me with facial expressions that said, “Hey, don’t you see that woman driving like a maniac?”
I did see you, just like all the other commuters you were annoyed with having to share the road with saw you. I noticed that the light ahead had turned red and thought that I’d pull up alongside you at the light to tell you to please slow it down a little bit and be done with you, but you had other plans. You drove right through that red light without giving it a second thought. Not only did you not slow down, but you actually sped up to beat oncoming traffic coming perpendicular to you through the green light! Several cars honked at you but you didn’t care. You just traveled on like it was they who were at fault.
Again, those drivers who had to stop for you all looked at me and I could tell their faces were saying, “What the fuck, officer?” I hear you guys I nodded and I turned the lights and siren on to pull you over and that’s when we met.
I remember you well because I remember your bouncing baby boy in the back seat having the time of his life. I remember when I was a lad, we used to jump around in the car like that. That was many years ago though. Times have changed and kids need to be buckled in at his age now. I also remember that he looked a little bit like my own two year old son and even more like another Jane Q. Public’s two year old boy who I met at this very same intersection just a few days earlier. I met him as he lie dying in the back seat of his mother’s SUV, not buckled properly in his car seat. His mother didn’t run the red light that day her baby boy stopped living on this earth, no. She ran into a car whose driver ran the red light exactly as you had just done. Exactly the same!
That was only a few days ago and I apologize that my heart wasn’t interested in listening to your excuses that day. You see, that boy’s little bloodied face and blood stained blankie still haunt my memory. I worked that scene just long enough to have to see a dead baby I could have done without seeing before I was relieved by accident specialists so that I could go onto the next call as though it’s no big deal to see dead babies and then carry on with life.
That’s one of the funny things about this job. We have to put away what just happened, no matter how awful, so that we can move onto the next call. Sometimes the next call is something mundane and our minds are elsewhere. Those next callers deserve our undivided attention as they explain to us how their expensive items that they left in the front seat of their parked car while they were in a bar were stolen. Sometimes they sense that we’re not 100% interested in what they have to say and that we seem to be going through the motions and they call us on it. They call us on it right there on the spot, or sometimes they do what you did and lodge an official complaint, never knowing that it isn’t that we don’t care about their loss, it’s just that we haven’t quite cleared our minds of the loss we witnessed just hours before that still occupies our brains. That face. That blankie. That woman crying, wailing like she was crazy. I bet she was crazy at that moment. I know I’d have been crazy, and I bet even you, Jane, would snap as well.
So to you, Ms. Jane Q. Public, I’m sorry that you caught me at such a bad time. Had we had the same encounter a few weeks before, it’s possible that I’d have listened to your excuses and sent you on your way with a warning instead of writing you tickets that you earned. Does writing those tickets bring dead babies back? No, of course it doesn’t. Will it give the many people who travel through that intersection and see a cop writing a ticket pause next time they approach the intersection as the light turns red? Maybe not. Does writing those tickets help me in some way that may or may not be perverse in your opinion? Yes, it does. If it didn’t, I’d have let you go on your way to get your son, along with your other son. The one who but for chance could have been that boy who’s face put me in such an unforgiving mood on that day.
Please remember that I’m a person too. Police officers are moms and dads and uncle and aunts. We go to your church and coach your kids. This is just my job; it’s nothing personal.
Respectfully,
That Officer Who Wrote You Those Tickets
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Finally FP’d!!! So happy for you. Don’t let it go to your head. 😉 Remember me when you have a million followers.
Forget my favorite Mormon housefrau? No way! Thank you. It’s been fun having you as a blogging friend for so long. I thought I’d have driven you away long ago so that says something about your spirit I guess.
Thank you for looking out for everyone and this awesome post!
Both are my pleasure. Thank you for reading.
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I’m a big fan of police because they deal with people like Jane Q. Public on my behalf. And when I get pulled over, I roll down the window, keep my hands on the top of the steering wheel and politely do what I’m asked. Last time it was a female police officer who pulled me over for having a headlight out. I was practically gushing. It must be the uniform! I asked if I could show her something, she said yes, and I pulled out the replacement bulb I had purchased earlier. I admitted to her that I didn’t know how to install it because they make headlamp assemblies so confusing these days. It was the truth. She smiled and was so beautiful. She sent me on my way with less than a warning. To the author of this post I merely say, “Thanks!”
Love the story. Female officers generally get even more grief than the men if you can believe that. Still, I believe if you treat people decently that it’ll come back to you somehow. Thanks for the great comment!
Don,
I refuse to comment on your post.
Le Clown
Le Clown,
Just seeing your pretty red nose is all the comment I need. Thank you for online friendship, in spite of your shitty commentless comment here.
You rock officer! Don’t take this the wrong way, but I didn’t know that men had so much to say! Words that share your thoughts and feelings. I’ve been single and isolated for so long. So, thanks I appreciate you opening up. I’m verclempt. (A Saturday NIght Live saying from the 90s).
Haha, I remember verclempt! Talk amongst yerselves….
I do tend to be a windbag when the mood strikes me. I don’t talk the same was that I write though. I’m much more reserved when the communication is oral…sort of. Thanks for reading my post and taking the time to comment.
You’re famous! 🙂 Also, boo on that lady. I’ll squash her for you if you want. 😉
Oh you, your giant heart wouldn’t let you do that to anybody, but I sure do appreciate the sentiment! You rock!
Mrar. Man, you guys sure do a thankless job. Anyhow … thanks for doing it. 🙂
Thank you. I get thanked from time to time and it always makes me proud. Thank you for reading my post.
You often don’t have anything better to do than write tickets. Writing tickets enforces the laws we think will keep us safe. And it’s very important that you do it. Unfortunately, people don’t seem to follow them very well if they think they won’t be caught. Otherwise, we could do away with tickets. If nothing else, Jane Q. may think twice the next time she gets in a car with her son. And that may save someone’s life. As a member of the public, thank you. Please keep writing tickets.
Thank you, Ashana, I appreciate it! People who don’t live in the city think that city residents are all worried about homicides and rapes and violent crimes all the time, but in reality, most city people are more aggravated by the little things like cars driving down their streets with the music rattling their windows or people violating red lights and stop signs where their kids run and ride bikes. I do give my share of breaks and would even admit that I sort of suck as a ticket writer because I’m a softie. I bet I’ve let more people go than I’ve written tickets to. Still, just being stopped gets folks to thinking the next time. At least I hope it does.
Your story almost brought me to tears. Several years ago I spoke to a police chaplain who told me a story much like yours, and how law enforcement professionals have to deal with a dead child, then turn around and have to deal with some asshole like that lady who wrote the letter. Thank you for getting the word out – people need to know. They need to know about all the crap you have to deal with. One day your kids will know too and they’ll always be proud – believe me, they will be.
Awe, thanks, Juliette, that was sweet. My very good friend is a police chaplain and he’s been very helpful in riding along with officers and sharing his observations in a way that reflects positively on police officers. It really is crazy. That was sort of my point in sharing this post. Everybody has a bad day at work, and I wanted to give one example of why a police officer you run across may seem less friendly than you’d like, if that makes sense.
As the daughter of a former state trooper and cousin of two police officers, thank you for this post and thank you for the sacrifices you make every day.
Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment. It’s a crazy lot, police families, as I’m sure you know all too well.
Another good reason to love a man in uniform. *grin*
I chose to work in the city instead of a suburban area because the blue shirt goes so well with my eyes. For real, sadly! Thanks, BD!
I love the Freshly Pressed feature because it exposes me to meaningful, well-told stories I wouldn’t otherwise know existed. I started reading this post a little on the close-minded side, because I’ve been feeling a bit angry about the police lately. In recent months I’ve had more than one good friend fall victim to a racist cop taking advantage of their position of power in ugly ways. Thanks for the reminder that there are good and bad people in every line of work. I’m sorry you have to deal with entitled assholes who think their bank account balance means they don’t have to follow the rules. You’ve given me a new way to look at things- thank you for that.
Casey,
If you were the only human being to have read this post and commented, I’d have been a happy camper! I am not a police “homer” and will acknowledge that there are many idiots doing this job all across the country. That we give such power to men and women who need really the minimum of education to join the force is baffling. Of course, with the pay the way it is, not all positions can be filled with the best of the best and that’s unfortunate. There are mostly great men and women doing this job, but it only takes one or two boobs to ruin it for the rest of us. I’m sorry for your friend’s experiences. I hope he or she seeks help to deal with the problem.
Thanks for reading and commenting and most of all for being open minded.
I’ve lived in Denver and Glendale, Colorado, both infamous for all sorts of nasty things involving law enforcement. Sometimes it’s the criminals being nutty and winding up on “Cops,” sometimes it’s the cops, themselves. Whatever; the world is full of humans. Thing is, though, I never saw any of the bad stuff. All the police officers I’ve ever had the occasion to meet were professional, respectful, and some were downright funny.
One time a weirdo decided to stalk me. A week or two after I filed a report on him, a Glendale, Colorado, police detective stopped by just to see if I was okay and had been left alone since then. He didn’t have to do that.
After being involved in a pretty scary crash, a Denver police officer had me sit up front in his squad car with him and he talked with me for twenty minutes about our mutual roots in the Midwest just to calm me down. He didn’t have to do that.
When I had a concern about badly designed and terrifying intersection and wanted to track down someone in the city offices to find out what could be done, A Beaverton, Oregon, police officer gave me some names to follow up with even though they technically weren’t available to the public. He didn’t have to do that.
Recently, during a tourist-packed weekend on the Oregon beach, a local small town patrol officer called my girlfriends and I over to his car in a gruff voice. He leveled a serious gaze on us and asked if we knew why he had called us over. We stood there, trembling, not having a clue. Then, he broke out into the biggest shit-eating grin and joked, “Because you’re laughing too loud. We don’t allow fun on this beach.” He gave four middle-aged women police badge stickers as if we were little kids and giggled with us like an imp until we waved good-bye. Any cop who can survive a Labor Day weekend of crazies on the coast and still be that awesome deserves hot, gooey cookies.
The only problem with law enforcement today, as far as I can see, is that we aren’t allowed to deliver hot, gooey cookies to their offices. Yes, I asked.
That’s strange because we would TOTALLY take hot gooey cookies and find them a nice home! Thanks for your great comment. It was awesome!
Please contact the Beaverton Police Department in Oregon and show them the error of their ways. When I was there I actually overheard a conversation in the lobby between a woman and an officer about that very thing. He was thanking her for the food she had sent over in thanks for something they had done but was explaining to her how they could not accept it for security reasons. It’s policy, ma’am.
Wow, remember the good ol’ days when kids could receive homemade popcorn balls in their jack o’ lantern buckets on Halloween and you could give your neighborhood cop a plate of gingerbread men on Christmas? I miss the ’70s.
OMG, DOAT!!!! First, congratulations on the FP, man! Awesomesauce! Second, you made me cry while I was taking a bath (blogging in the buff, again). Third, I would have felt bad if you pulled me over for running a stop light. And fourth, JQP is a bitch for not buckling up her child. Thanks for serving. Now, didn’t you say you’re an erstwhile attorney, too? 😉
Thanks girl! That you were in the buff reading my post made me blush a bit. I am a licensed attorney as well, yes. I found that not enough people hated me as a cop, so I picked up another title that I thought would satisfy my need to be the butt of more jokes. Cop and attorney, everyone’s favorites, right??
Well, as Randy Newman (and Woody) said: you gotta friend in me. 😉
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Your job may not have the prestige of chasing down rapists or drug dealers or murderers, but it’s an important job, protecting children like that boy from ending up like the dying two year old. I hope that woman gets a reality check one of these days. She really needs it.
As always, thank you for your service and for watching out for the American people.
Thank you very much for the kind comment. I really do appreciate it.
It’s the least I can do for someone protecting the common man.
Thank you and THANK YOU!!! And congratulations on being FP’d!
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Thank you so much for reading my post and commenting! I appreciate it.
Hi Don, great post.
I live in a country where none of the Police have any kind of honor or pride. It’s great to hear how proper and proud the police are back in the states.
Imagine getting in an accident and having worry about how much you have to pay the police for the report, releasing your car, and not stealing everything inside.
Keep up the good work.
That’s scary. There are plenty of rogue police officers in this country too, but for the most part, we’re good, decent men and women. Thank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate it.
Excellent post on a job well done.
Thank you very much for the nice comment. I appreciate it.
Another entitled shithead who thinks money runs the world (and most times, sadly. she’d be right!) I don’t envy police officers. It’s a dangerous, largely thankless job.
You’re right about the money. It’s only dangerous intermittently and i get plenty of thanks for example when a kid says “look mommy, a police officer” and I go to him or her and ask for a hard five and their little face beams with pride after they slap my hand. Not too many bankers get that thanks just hanging out at the gas station! Thank you for the comment!
Powerfully written!
Thank you so much! I like to think my writing is easy to read since I’m a simple man, but I do want it to either make folks laugh or cry or whatever as well sometimes. Thanks again!
Amen, Officer!!!!! Thank you for doing the right thing. Thank you for getting up every day and going off to a job that is risky and thankless by far too many. Oh, and for working hard and not being paid a salary worthy of putting your families life on the line every day, because, it is not just you that face the unknown, your wife and children are a great part of your dedicated service. May God bless and keep all of you safe.
Thank you! You’re right, the wife and kids spend a lot of time alone too many nights while I’m off working my second and third jobs so that the kids can live in a nice neighborhood and have nice Christmases and birthdays. It’s worth it to make their lives better than mine was and hopefully on and on that goes until the DOAT clan is independently wealthy, right?
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Thank you for your integrity as an officer and paying the ultimate price: looking death in the face and pressing forward for the duty you commit to. . . helping keep us safe in this world! Thank you for responding respectfully when one chose to be so apathetic & disrespectful about the law. Thank you for reminding us all that you care. Thank you for helping us remember to care!
And thank you for the nice comment, mj. I really appreciate it.
I can’t believe she had the audacity to complain about getting a ticket when she was so obviously in the wrong! I’d feel ashamed, writing a letter like that if I’d broken the law.
Congratulations on being Freshly Pressed, and thank you for all you do.
Thank you very much! She didn’t strike me as a lady who carried shame in her repertoire of emotions.
More officers like yourself….Thats what the city needs…..
That’s high praise and I thank you for it. It takes all kinds, really.
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I believe that writing tickets to nontaxpaying citizens comes under the purview of the IRS.
Have I overstepped my authority??
No. I was just commenting on her raving about being a taxpaying citizen, as if that somehow excused her.
OH this was an amazing post. MY heart ALWAYS goes soft when I see a police officer dealing with humans on a daily basis makes you resent people. I hope you know that for all the rude crude lude behavior you endure from some spoiled woman who has NO sense of OTHERS is not the normal feelings most people have about the police. When someone does this just think about ALL Those people who don’t know you and can’t send you this message…
Thank you for stopping this woman, I was afraid for my life when she was swerving round me. I was afraid for my child and hers as she dove in and out of traffic unaware of all the LIVES that surrounded her. Thank you for stopping her so that maybe one day in her gated community she’ll show down and avoid hitting that little chubby 6 year old who rides her bike like a demon every early spring. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
Thank you for the nice comment, Jasmine! I know most folks are good people and even appreciate having the police around so I don’t let these sour pusses get to me too much anymore. Maybe she had a bad experience in her past. Who knows?
OMG you followed up! WONDERFUL! I feel so special! They get to me! I think we are all living with something and it’s important to know that each person works on the level they are on. She is OBVIOUSLY on a pretty immature level. I would feel more like excusing her behavior if she was wise enough to leave it alone… but trying to get you into trouble just shows her level and there fore I safely conclude that this is who she is. And to me it’s repulsive. Just sayin… To end on a good note! Thank you again for your service and to SMOOTH SAILING for your and yours!
Lol, you are special I’m sure of it, but try to respond to all comments. Since I don’t have thousands of followers, it’s still doable! Thanks again.
Well you have me!! HEY you can come to my blog and say hi! I’ll tell everyone how AMAZING you are! 🙂 http://iamjasminekyle.wordpress.com/
Given that today too many police officers seem to think asserting authority and escalating a confrontation are the ways to deal with a citizen they perceive to be disrespectful, I appreciate you keeping your cool and acting professionally. Good job. Keep it up.
Thank you! Making an already tight situation more uncomfortable by being a jerk never works out for anyone. I like to think that my laid back demeanor is a help rather than a hindrance. It’s a lesson that many younger officers could use to learn quickly. And maybe some MLB umpires while we’re at it. Thanks again.
Excellent… and touching.
Thank you so much!
Congrats on the FP! & thank you for sharing this. Very well written.
Thank you combat babe, that means a lot to me!
Don! Freshly Pressed! Woo hoo! An excellent post, clearly worthy of the honor. You first responders are an amazing lot of folks, doing things none of us civilians could ever imagine. Thanks for sharing!!
Thanks, Steve, I appreciate the nice words!
Yay!! You did it!!! Your freshly pressed……….now I can say that I sorta kinda know someone famous….well WordPress famous 🙂
Lol. Many of the people I was following were getting FP and I kept telling myself that it was my witty comments that were really the reason for the attention! Whatever it takes, right?
Very poignant response! She may forever be angry at you, but maybe she’ll safely buckle in her little ones from now on and never again run another red light. If so, then of course her wrath will be worth it!
Amen. Though I’m sure she gave the tickets to her husband and never gave them another thought again.
Well said.–I also work in law enforcement. I have a good friend who actually said to me, “XPD cops never do anything–over paid and way too many of them on our streets.” Yet, just two weeks ago, one of my departments XPD officers helped her father do CPR on her nearly lifeless body awaiting for paramediccs and fire.–Saved her life. I watched her tell the live-saving story, but she couldn’t look me in the eyes. Goes to show, you just never know…
Thanks for serving and protecting.
You don’t ever know, that’s right! And you know what? If I saw this same woman tomorrow having trouble breathing or needing directions or whatever, I’d help her without giving it a second thought. Thank you!
Oh for Gods sake I just read on Faking picture perfects comments you were freshly pressed…… There is no justice in the world!!!! How did this happen?
Well I suppose as others may read this comment number 200000 or some such thing, I’d better say congratulations. Even if I am saying it really quietly and begrudgingly, whilst wiping away tears and feeling very very envious!
Remember I knew you when you were nothing!
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Ha, I’m still nothing and I still love you, my Gaelic amiga!
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A must read blog post that will make you think…
Thank you!
For road safety, I’m all for police helping us. Thank you.
Driving is one of the most dangerous things we do, but we often take it for granted. Thank you for reading!
*APPLAUSE* Excellent! Thank you for sharing this, as a mom who gets furious at all the reckless, careless, and arrogant drivers speeding through my neighbourhood, this blog just made my day. 😀
And your comment just made mine! Thank you for that.
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I really enjoyed reading a police officer’s point of view. Loved the post! New follower here.
Thank you, Zoe, I appreciate it! I hope you’ll enjoy my crap enough to stick around. It’s not all police related though, in fact little of my blog is. A lot of it is cursing my children and other people who piss me off during the course of a day.
I salute you. Your story is not what I expected as I started to read–I stayed with you all the way. Well-done, well–written and really struck a chord. Thank you.
Thank you so much for reading it. It did get a little long, so I’m glad so many people finished it. I appreciate your kind words!
I really enjoyed reading this. I have never looked at police officers from a police officer’s POV before, so I am really glad to have a new way of viewing the entire law enforcement situation.
Thank you! I do like to share where I think police officers are coming from because so many of us are reluctant to share anything for whatever reason. I’m glad you were open minded enough to consider another perspective.
Thank you, Officer Don. I’m sorry you have to deal with the bad, but I am sure glad we’ve got you doing it.
Kelly / yourfinancialtoolkit
Thank you, Kelly. There’s a lot of good I get so see out of people too so it’s not all bad.
Hell to the YEAH, Don!! Freshly Pressed AND one of St. Louis’ finest frikking boys in blue??? *scratches you under chin* Who’s a good superhero crime fighter talented blogger boy?!
I am so obnoxious.
Seriously… excellent story, fabulous writing, and a great reminder of what our police officers go through, do, and why. Congrats on the FP…VIRTUAL FUCKING HIGH FIVE, MY FRIEND!! So happy and proud to know you!!
There’s my favorite lady! Thank you, Cordelia, I appreciate it. My leg was going crazy with that chin scratch by the way. Hope all is well in your world.
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Thank you, Janet!
First of, Thank you officer, I have the highest respect for men and women who serve this country, no matter if it’s in the military, police force or any other department.
Second, I think there is no reason for you to apologize to that lady, you did your job, she didn’t do hers, and the audacity for threatening you with her husbands profession, well, I think that that in itself should have warranted additional consequences on her part, driving is a privilege, not a right, and if she can’t be responsible about it, then she shouldn’t be driving!
Third, I think, especially since you pulling that lady over brought forth the memories of that terrible scene you had to witness only a few days prior you can only be applauded for not arresting her on sight for that warrant.
I hope that perhaps, Ms. Jane Q Public will see sense, and I truly hope that your superiors will stand by your side!
Thank you, Whitney, I appreciate it. I’m a bit of a softie so I often think about encounters afterwards and wonder if I was too harsh on a person or could have handled something differently. It’s just how I am.
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This is so well written.
Thank you very much.
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