Cops can get bored. Most can be cool.
When I was younger I was using a bank atm really late. At the time I was driving a 1973 ford ranger (half ton). Built up 390 and trans. Fun truck. Cop pulls me over as I’m sitting in the parking lot. Walks over shines his light and asked what I’m doing. Tell him. He then asked me if I have been drinking (it’s a college town). I say yes sir I’m enjoying this grape soda. I did have a grape soda I was drinking. We both smile and I know he’s thinking ok smart ass. He shines his light on the tachometer and asked me what’s under the hood. We talk, I pop the hood and we shoot the shit for a while.
When I was younger I was using a bank atm really late. At the time I was driving a 1973 ford ranger (half ton). Built up 390 and trans. Fun truck. Cop pulls me over as I’m sitting in the parking lot. Walks over shines his light and asked what I’m doing. Tell him. He then asked me if I have been drinking (it’s a college town). I say yes sir I’m enjoying this grape soda. I did have a grape soda I was drinking. We both smile and I know he’s thinking ok smart ass. He shines his light on the tachometer and asked me what’s under the hood. We talk, I pop the hood and we shoot the shit for a while.
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