Job keeps me from getting traffic ticket

Was pulled over once in Frankfort, going (IIRC) 69 in a 55.

Cop comes to the window and goes through the procedures and all that. Takes one look at my license, and asks 'Weren't you the guy who interviewed my son last week?'

I looked at his badge, and sure enough I had written a feature on his kid a few days earlier. He thanks me for the article, tells me to slow down, and lets me off with a warning.

 

You ARE the board ethics police. Or the board police. Or something like that. ;D

 

I was pulled over leaving work once for window tints and some people found out. Ever since the boss compares me to his high school aged son.

It was then that I realized I am closer to the editorial departments kids than the editorial department itself, save a few people.

 

I am a cops reporter.

Quite a while back, I was parked at the courthouse where the sheriff's office is. After I was finished there, since it was such a nice day, I decided to walk to the police department to go through the reports I needed to review there.

When I returned to my vehicle, I found a parking ticket under my windshield wiper. After a few choice cuss words for not realizing I was parked in a two-hour zone, I drove to the PD, walked in with my ticket to pay the damn thing.

The dispatcher looked at it, laughed, took the ticket and told me not to worry about it.

 

I got a ticket for going that fast in that speed zone on my way to cover a basketball game.

 

Got out of a sure parking ticket once. Had to go to the Covington (Ky) jail to pick up a mug of a bank robber (for some reason, they wouldn't e-mail). No parking spaces to be had, other than ones marked for car inspections, because the local DMV is in the same building. Came out, and a cop is writing me a ticket. I told him why I was there, and he kept writing it. Then, a sergeant I knew pretty well from the job drove by. I waved (just to say hello).

Me: "Hiya, George."
Sarge: "What's going on?"
Me: "Ahhh. I parked illegally. My fault."
Sarge (to younger cop): "You run him yet?"
YC: "Yep. Nothing came up."
Sarge (lying): "You sure? I know he's got a DUI or two."
Me: Shitting myself, as YC starts giving me a hard look.
Sarge: "Nah, I'm bullshitting ya. He's okay. You sign it yet? No? Why don't you just give him a warning."

A few days later, YC was in our office for another matter, on a day when we had cake for someone's birthday. He didn't remember me at first. I made sure he got a nice big piece of cake, and he sat around with us for about an hour just bullshitting with us. Still see him from time to time, and say hello. Good guy, as is Sarge, who left the Covington PD and joined the local sheriff's office.

 

Got pulled over for one of my back lights being out, and cop said my tinting was too dark and not street legal. I called the guy who did my windows, and had him talk to the cop for me. Cop, who was out of his jurisdiction*, still wrote me a ticket but said he would trash it if I had proof they were street legal.

Went to the shop that next day to get a sticker on my car saying my windows were street legal. Never had another problem with that car again.

*City where I work has a city PD, state police post and Sheriff's office. This guy was the chief of a small-town PD, about 10-15 minutes outside city limits where I got pulled over. He's been busted for pulling people over outside of his jurisdiction in the past and still does it today, even though he's been warned to stay in his town.

 

Driving around a town in Florida during spring training, about 2 a.m., plenty of cocktails already consumed. Get pulled over. HOLY SHIT. In my wallet was an ID card issued by the team that was only good for getting into the stadium and for discounts on green fees. But it said: "(TEAM) VIP" on it. I flashed that when I was digging out my real driver's license.
The cop said that the reason he pulled me over was because there was no license plate on the car. I said it was a rental and the temporary license had been taped to the back window but had fallen off. He asked where it was. I said, under the back seat, I think. He said, can you find it? So I dig under the back seat, pulling out go-cups and empty beer cans. I know I'm heading for the drunk tank.
He said, "Please re-attach that to the window tomorrow and be careful tonight."
WHEW!!!

 

Yeah, dude, WHEW!!!

Thank God you didn't kill anyone.

 

Well as long as that thing he hit was a group of trash cans, then yeah.

 

*assumes his position on Throne of Judgment, then decides not to get into it this time...*