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My Telly broke down the other day and my cell phone was out of coverage, so I reluctantly stuck out my thumb to get a ride into town.
Some guy in an older Oldsmobile picked me up.
A few miles down the road we were pulled over by a New Mexico State Trooper. The trooper was taking his time getting out of his cruiser. My driver was getting upset - glancing nervously in the rear view mirror. “Look at this guy! What the (bleep) is he doing? Talking on the radio, looking out the window - ####### cops!” I'm thinking to myself, "oh geez, who did I just get a ride with?"
The trooper finally emerged from his cruiser and is now adjusting his Smokey Bear hat while checking his look in the driver’s door glass. “&^$##$%##@##, what next?” My driver furiously rolled down his window and yelled back at the trooper “Hey (bleep)! Did you forget your lint roller or some %%% thing?”
At ‘pig,’ the trooper straightened up, gazed up and down the empty highway and unsnapped the leather safety strap on his pistol. He began to walk up to the driver’s side of our car. He had his right hand firmly on his weapon.
I had my hand on the door handle, ready to jump out in case stuff got real. The driver was halfway out the window, almost screaming . “So tell me, pig, just what do you want? Why the BLEEP did you pull me over?”
The trooper crouched down so his face was even with the driver’s. His face showed no emotion. I was jammed up tight to passenger side door, eyes wide, hands up, trying to make it clear I’m Not With This Guy.
The trooper held the driver in a steady gaze. Finally, he spoke: “What time are we supposed to be at Mom’s house tonight? I’ve got her birthday cake back at the office.”
Some guy in an older Oldsmobile picked me up.
A few miles down the road we were pulled over by a New Mexico State Trooper. The trooper was taking his time getting out of his cruiser. My driver was getting upset - glancing nervously in the rear view mirror. “Look at this guy! What the (bleep) is he doing? Talking on the radio, looking out the window - ####### cops!” I'm thinking to myself, "oh geez, who did I just get a ride with?"
The trooper finally emerged from his cruiser and is now adjusting his Smokey Bear hat while checking his look in the driver’s door glass. “&^$##$%##@##, what next?” My driver furiously rolled down his window and yelled back at the trooper “Hey (bleep)! Did you forget your lint roller or some %%% thing?”
At ‘pig,’ the trooper straightened up, gazed up and down the empty highway and unsnapped the leather safety strap on his pistol. He began to walk up to the driver’s side of our car. He had his right hand firmly on his weapon.
I had my hand on the door handle, ready to jump out in case stuff got real. The driver was halfway out the window, almost screaming . “So tell me, pig, just what do you want? Why the BLEEP did you pull me over?”
The trooper crouched down so his face was even with the driver’s. His face showed no emotion. I was jammed up tight to passenger side door, eyes wide, hands up, trying to make it clear I’m Not With This Guy.
The trooper held the driver in a steady gaze. Finally, he spoke: “What time are we supposed to be at Mom’s house tonight? I’ve got her birthday cake back at the office.”