Today was my friend's 21st birthday so I was the designated driver. We went to Bennigan's and had dinner and he and everyone else drank. I had one (1) ice cold pint of blue moon beer the entire night and drank diet coke for the remainder of the evening. Well, fast forward to about 20 after 3 in the morning, I finish dropping everyone off and get off of I-275 on the road that my street is off of. This light at the exit ramp and Westshore Blvd. is so long you could grow old and die waiting for. Two minutes after sitting through it, realizing I have to get up at 6:30 for work, I decide to go through the red light. Now, I slowly eased forward and made sure there was not a SINGLE set of headlights in EITHER direction and normally accelerated through the intersection. Not 1/4 mile down the road I notice the cops headlights flying up upon me. Well, I had to turn off on the street to go home anyway so I flipped my blinker on and he flipped his lights on.
So I placed my truck in park and put my hands at 10 and 2 while facing forward, awaiting further instruction. Here is our convo:
Him - "Do you know why I pulled you over?"
Me - "Yes, sir."
Him - "May I see your driver's license and registration please?"
Him - "Do you have any weapons in the car?"
Me - "Yes, sir...and a permit to carry them too."
At this point I retrieved my license and handed it to him.
Him - "Where is the weapon?"
Me - "There are two in my console here along with my permit."
Him - "Please step out of the vehicle."
Me - "Yes, sir."
He pats me down when I hop out, I placed my hands up and out to accomodate him. He then motions and tells me to stand next to the fender of my truck while he secures the weapons.
Him - "How old are you?"
Me - "22."
Him - "Where are you coming from."
Me - "It was my friend's 21st birthday and I was the designated driver."
He then retrieves my G 32, Kel-tec .380 and permit. Looks at the .380 and says:
"What is this?"
Me - "A .380"
Him - "Yeah but I mean what is it?"
Me - "Oh, a Kel-tec."
Him - "Oh, do you carry it on you sometimes?"
ME - "Yes, sir...in my pocket."
Him - "You said you know why I pulled you over, right?"
Me - "Yes, sir...I ran a red light."
Him - "They are getting expensive these days, $127. I apprechiate your honesty and c______." (Honestly I can't remember the word he used...I was a little shaken up after being pulled over.)
He hands me my license, says have a good night and walks away.
Honesty, honesty, honesty...it's the best thing in the world. I am grateful he was nice to me...I did indeed break the law, and I'm sure he just wanted to make sure I wasn't drunk or anything. I have rarely ever been pulled over and not once in over 2 years (i.e. since getting my permit) and I have always wondered what would happen if I got pulled over. Well, I found out tonight. Ironically, 3 days ago I made a decision in my life that I was never again going to get drunk. I am swearing off the liquor that used to be a common occurance with me. I have driven home from the local bar not necessarily drunk but not in top shape, either. I find it ironic that I was never pulled over during those years (I used to drink under-aged all the time) and I'm grateful that at 17 days before 23rd birthday, I have matured enough in my life to make better decisions. While runnign a red light may not have been a great decision, not drinking more than one beer and being cool, collected, honest and courteous to the officer while trying to make him feel more comfortable doing his job were all good decisions in my estimation.
No real point to my story, just still a little rattled at being pulled voer and I needed to vent.
So I placed my truck in park and put my hands at 10 and 2 while facing forward, awaiting further instruction. Here is our convo:
Him - "Do you know why I pulled you over?"
Me - "Yes, sir."
Him - "May I see your driver's license and registration please?"
Him - "Do you have any weapons in the car?"
Me - "Yes, sir...and a permit to carry them too."
At this point I retrieved my license and handed it to him.
Him - "Where is the weapon?"
Me - "There are two in my console here along with my permit."
Him - "Please step out of the vehicle."
Me - "Yes, sir."
He pats me down when I hop out, I placed my hands up and out to accomodate him. He then motions and tells me to stand next to the fender of my truck while he secures the weapons.
Him - "How old are you?"
Me - "22."
Him - "Where are you coming from."
Me - "It was my friend's 21st birthday and I was the designated driver."
He then retrieves my G 32, Kel-tec .380 and permit. Looks at the .380 and says:
"What is this?"
Me - "A .380"
Him - "Yeah but I mean what is it?"
Me - "Oh, a Kel-tec."
Him - "Oh, do you carry it on you sometimes?"
ME - "Yes, sir...in my pocket."
Him - "You said you know why I pulled you over, right?"
Me - "Yes, sir...I ran a red light."
Him - "They are getting expensive these days, $127. I apprechiate your honesty and c______." (Honestly I can't remember the word he used...I was a little shaken up after being pulled over.)
He hands me my license, says have a good night and walks away.
Honesty, honesty, honesty...it's the best thing in the world. I am grateful he was nice to me...I did indeed break the law, and I'm sure he just wanted to make sure I wasn't drunk or anything. I have rarely ever been pulled over and not once in over 2 years (i.e. since getting my permit) and I have always wondered what would happen if I got pulled over. Well, I found out tonight. Ironically, 3 days ago I made a decision in my life that I was never again going to get drunk. I am swearing off the liquor that used to be a common occurance with me. I have driven home from the local bar not necessarily drunk but not in top shape, either. I find it ironic that I was never pulled over during those years (I used to drink under-aged all the time) and I'm grateful that at 17 days before 23rd birthday, I have matured enough in my life to make better decisions. While runnign a red light may not have been a great decision, not drinking more than one beer and being cool, collected, honest and courteous to the officer while trying to make him feel more comfortable doing his job were all good decisions in my estimation.
No real point to my story, just still a little rattled at being pulled voer and I needed to vent.