A friend of mine and I got pulled over in New Mexico a few years back. I was going to be the best man in his wedding and had hung my dress shirt in the back window of his pickup truck so that it wouldn't get dirty. We figured that they were going to give us a warning about blocking the view out the rear window. It took forever for the cops to walk up to my friend's truck, but while we were waiting we were distracted by several cop cars blocking off the road ahead of us.
We were just a teensy bit nervous as the officers ahead of us took out their guns and started finding well-covered posistitions so they could shoot us with a minimum of risk of return fire.
The cops behind us came up, opened the truck doors and ordered us out of the vehicle. Their guns were drawn, though pointed at the ground. My friend got out of the drivers seat and the cop on my side ordered me a second time in a louder voice: "Exit the vehicle NOW, SIR!"
In the most polite and non-argumentative tone I could muster I asked the nice officer if it was alright for me to slowly take my hands off the dashboard, reach down and unbuckle my seatbelt. I most sincerly didn't want my actions misinterpreted by the nice men with the rifles just down the block. Especially since undoing my seatbelt involved reaching down for somthing out of sight at my waist.
It turns out that a truck of the exact same description had just done a drive-by shooting in that neighborhood just fifteen minutes before my friend thought it would be a good area to take a short-cut through.
For the rest of the trip I constantly gave my friend crap about having the same taste in vehicles as a gangster and the navigation skills of a get-a-way driver.
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Date: 2006-02-19 07:37 pm (UTC)We were just a teensy bit nervous as the officers ahead of us took out their guns and started finding well-covered posistitions so they could shoot us with a minimum of risk of return fire.
The cops behind us came up, opened the truck doors and ordered us out of the vehicle. Their guns were drawn, though pointed at the ground. My friend got out of the drivers seat and the cop on my side ordered me a second time in a louder voice: "Exit the vehicle NOW, SIR!"
In the most polite and non-argumentative tone I could muster I asked the nice officer if it was alright for me to slowly take my hands off the dashboard, reach down and unbuckle my seatbelt. I most sincerly didn't want my actions misinterpreted by the nice men with the rifles just down the block. Especially since undoing my seatbelt involved reaching down for somthing out of sight at my waist.
It turns out that a truck of the exact same description had just done a drive-by shooting in that neighborhood just fifteen minutes before my friend thought it would be a good area to take a short-cut through.
For the rest of the trip I constantly gave my friend crap about having the same taste in vehicles as a gangster and the navigation skills of a get-a-way driver.