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Apr. 4th, 2011 04:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI had a thoroughly lovely weekend with Danae. I'll write about that in another post.
In this post, I think I'll share my experience with getting pulled over peripherally on the way home from board gaming on Monday night/Tuesday morning.
Danae and I went to a board game meetup in Hometown, Illinois. (It's a sort of manufactured community that was intended to house returned GIs post World War II. An interesting concept, and I'd like to come back and look around at the houses there some time.) Anyway, on the way back, I saw flashing lights behind me and pulled over, as did two cars behind me.
A police officer approached the car behind me and must have told the driver to go ahead and leave because that car shortly got in it's way. Then he went back to the first car and talked to the driver. I watched the entire process of the policeman getting the driver out of the car, making her walk along the white line on the side of the road, putting her in the back of his patrol car, and searching the car and finding a plastic bag of some kind that he held up. Meanwhile I waited, listening to an audiobook.
After a while, I turned my lights off and my blinkers on. A while after that, I started the car again as it was getting cold and turned my lights on. Finally, after a tow truck arrived to pick up the now vacant car, I slowly got out of my own car and walked toward the police officer. He saw me and asked me to wait a moment and I walked back toward my car. After a few moments, he called to me and asked what I needed. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't pulling me over too." I stated.
He told me wasn't and that I could go ahead and leave. Which I really expecteded was the case, but I decided that just starting up the car and driving away when not absolutely sure of that would be a bad idea. But it would have been nice if I hadn't spent twenty or thirty minutes waiting to find out.
In this post, I think I'll share my experience with getting pulled over peripherally on the way home from board gaming on Monday night/Tuesday morning.
Danae and I went to a board game meetup in Hometown, Illinois. (It's a sort of manufactured community that was intended to house returned GIs post World War II. An interesting concept, and I'd like to come back and look around at the houses there some time.) Anyway, on the way back, I saw flashing lights behind me and pulled over, as did two cars behind me.
A police officer approached the car behind me and must have told the driver to go ahead and leave because that car shortly got in it's way. Then he went back to the first car and talked to the driver. I watched the entire process of the policeman getting the driver out of the car, making her walk along the white line on the side of the road, putting her in the back of his patrol car, and searching the car and finding a plastic bag of some kind that he held up. Meanwhile I waited, listening to an audiobook.
After a while, I turned my lights off and my blinkers on. A while after that, I started the car again as it was getting cold and turned my lights on. Finally, after a tow truck arrived to pick up the now vacant car, I slowly got out of my own car and walked toward the police officer. He saw me and asked me to wait a moment and I walked back toward my car. After a few moments, he called to me and asked what I needed. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't pulling me over too." I stated.
He told me wasn't and that I could go ahead and leave. Which I really expecteded was the case, but I decided that just starting up the car and driving away when not absolutely sure of that would be a bad idea. But it would have been nice if I hadn't spent twenty or thirty minutes waiting to find out.
