Wow, an educated cop! You are an exception to the theory!

 

Damn Cop Lovers...its Like Mafia! When There Is A Cop On The Road I Feel Like A Guppy Swimming With A Hungry Shark. Cops Give Tickets For Revenue...accept It.

 

A shark wouldn't waste its time with an insignificant guppy.

 

Actually cops give tickets because you are breaking the law. Revenue is a benefit for the city or state. Look at it this way - maybe some of that money makes it back to the transportation dept to fix the roads saving our precious Gs.

By the way the sharks are attracted to all that shiny stuff on your car. They especially like neon

 

so...I take it you were one of the nerdy ones?

 

O.k. Thanks for the flurry of responses. I originally posted this thread a while ago. I honestly felt that I did no wrong. I was not driving wrecklessly. I think this cop was just abusing his authority.

 

You said you were driving over the posted speed limit. Since when is that not wrong?

 

Actually, he didn't say he was speeding. That was the Canadian wife who can't multiply. This guy doesn't drive "wrecklessly". I guess that means he drives a wreck.

 

got this today...thought it was kinda fitting...

>>
>Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55
>zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so
>often?
>
>When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only
>partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe
>some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was
>stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.
>
>Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This
>was worse than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own
>church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a
>long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
>
>Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man
>he'd never seen in uniform.
>
>"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
>
>"Hello, Jack." No smile.
>
>"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."
>
>"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
>"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the
>rules a bit -just this once."
>
>Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about
>roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?" "I know what you
>mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct ." Ouch.
>This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
>
>"What'd you clock me at?"
>
>"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
>
>"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as saw you. I was
>barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
>
>"Please, Jack, in the car."
>
>Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming
>it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the
>window.
>
>The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
>
>Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
>
>Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat
>near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left.
>There was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window a mere
>two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
>
>"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
>
>Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat
>in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one
>going to cost?
>
>Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
>
>Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
>
>"Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed
>by a car. You guessed it- a speeding driver. A fine and three months
>in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all three of
>them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before
>I can ever hug her again.
>
>A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I
>thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray
>for me. And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
>
>"Bob"
>
>Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the
>road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he
>too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and
>hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
>
>

 

Great story jeepman, but I doubt it will affect the haters. They believe themselves impervious.

 

But,you dont know so. cal cops, i see. they actually get a rise off giving us a hard time.but good story, makes me see it in a different way. thanx...

 

I've traveled to different parts of this country. And i must say, Calilfornia 'Pigs' are probably the cockiest ones you'll ever meet. It must be the weather.

 

organized terror.aka mafia...

 

You still haven't told us the REAL reason you hate cops patrick. How come???

 

There are usually two reasons someone has an apparently irrational fear or hatred of policemen. Either they were once unfairly treated by some policeman or they were caught comitting a crime. BTW, I wonder if Patrick lives under a bridge?