My days are extremely busy because it is back to school time, I am working on finalizing my final paper for my state and government course on the European Union, getting my little brother ready for college, dealing with a ten year old’s broken leg, a suddenly terrible toddler, annoying tenants and bosses, an additional person to work for at the office, and the rest of the things that make my life interesting.
Like yesterday, I get pulled over by a bully of a copy who slapped me with a $170.00 ticket. Twelve years and never getting a ticket and my record is ruined. Should I blame the cop or my inability to remember to signal two minutes before I change lanes. I was more than fifty feet ahead of the jerk in blue and he insisted I nearly crashed into him. He was trying to start an argument with me. What the heck is wrong with our police when they want to start a fight over a ticket they are going to give you anyway? I just politely answered his questions. Then, he went into interrogation mode. Who was in the car with me? Where was I coming from? Where was I going? I felt like saying, “Dude, my husband doesn’t dare ask these questions.” Instead, I smiled pleasantly, gave very short answers, and told him to have nice evening after he slapped with the ticket. Inside, however, I was raging mad and the incredible hulk was dying to come out. I am also surprised that he did not ask to search my vehicle.
Since being in the legal field, I have learned many wonderful things, but the most important I have learned is to NEVER talk to cops. Think about it: they cannot misconstrue something if you say nothing. The golden rule for dealing with the police: keep your mouth shut. In my very first course in my paralegal program, the instructor gave us the first and best piece of advice: don’t talk to the police. Say as little as possible. Answer yes and no and don’t give out too much information. The simplicity of silence is golden when the cops are around. Point, shake your head and answer yes and no – simple advice. A law student in Michigan posted about a traffic stop experience and it is a must read.
Remember that song from Superbad called Pork and Beef, by the Coup where the police offer is dancing to these lyrics: “Don’t trust the police, no justice no peace, they got me face down in the middle of the street.” Great advice if you ask me.
So, tip for the day: Don’t talk to the boys in blue and if you have to, answer yes, no and with very short answers. I always have nightmares of being the mom who gets arrested for not keeping my mouth shut so I keep my mouth shut. I am out a $170.00 because of the police; therefore; I can’t trust anyone who literally robs me.
What are your police mishap stories? Do tell.