The Cop Who Copped an Attitude
One Christmas holiday years ago when I was a youth director, a family in the church I served invited me and two friends to their vacation home in Crested Butte, Colorado—they wanted to teach us how to ski! What a perfect place to spend time with friends and celebrate the season…or so I thought.
On Christmas evening, with great excitement, Sandy, Barbara, and I packed my car and headed out from Dallas, taking turns driving the long stretches of open road. About three-fourths of the way into our trip, I was behind the wheel when we were coming down mountainous Raton Pass into Colorado. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw what sparks apprehension in most of us—the flashing lights of a patrol car.
“Oh, no!” I nearly shouted. “I can’t believe it!” Barbara and Sandy looked back and saw the pulsating bursts of the police lights. In unison, they let out a groan.
Immediately I looked at the speedometer. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I saw I wasn’t exceeding the speed limit. (I’ve been known to say, “I don’t drive fast; I just fly low.” Fortunately that morning, I wasn’t flying!)
“I know I wasn’t speeding,” I said confidently and guilt-free as I pulled onto the shoulder of the highway. After the police car came to a stop behind me, I opened the driver’s side door and hopped out.
“Lady, get back in that car!” the officer barked. He punctuated his command with a pointed finger stabbing the air in my direction. “Now!”
Feeling scolded, I retreated back into my car. The officer sat in his car for a long time, doing who knows what, while the three of us waited in silence. Finally, he swaggered up to the car in his uniform—kneehigh boots, pants flaring at the thighs like British hunting breeches, and sporting the kind of hat forest rangers wear.
He leaned over to survey the car’s occupants, then growled, “License and registration.” After handing him the papers, he looked at them and said matter of factly, “I’m going to ticket you for speeding.”
Though surprised, I tried to sound cooperative. “Sir, I’m sure I wasn’t speeding.”
For several long seconds, he just glared at me as if I’d said the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. Finally, in a tone dripping with condescension, he said, “Lady, with these hazardous road conditions, you should have dropped your speed by ten miles per hour. That’s the law.”
“Officer, I’m sorry. I’ve never heard of this law.”
He had his quick retort in place. “Ignorance of the law is no excuse! You were driving recklessly, endangering yourself and others. I’m going to issue you a citation. Don’t blame me—blame yourself.”
I was incensed.
A ticket for not slowing down, even though I was going the speed limit? That’s ridiculous!
But I still tried to explain, “Well sir, in Texas…”
Mid-sentence, he turned on the heels of his shiny boots and strutted back toward his car. Immediately I felt my cheeks get hot, my heart start pounding, and my blood pressure soar.
Let me point out I have tremendous respect for law enforcement officers, but this one had a bad attitude to match his big ego. “I think he needs to read
How to Win Friends and Influence People
,” I muttered sarcastically.
“He must have had a nasty fight with his wife this morning!” Barbara quipped.
Sandy—never at a loss for words—upped the ante. “No, I think he’s in a foul mood because his uniform makes him look like Dudley Do-right!” I mustered a chuckle even though I was fuming. Then things got worse.
Returning to our car, he demanded, “Follow me back into town. You have to pay your fine now.”
“But…can’t I just send a check in later?”
“No,” he insisted. “Follow me—
now
.”