Had my first contact with a police officer in a long while today.
We were coming home from visiting with the wife’s family when the vehicle in front of us, piloted by one Mr. Albert Einstein, took a header into the guardrail of the bridge and started bouncing about the place. Turn, brake, activate advanced Mario Kart training, etc. and I come to a stop without hitting anything. A quick check to make sure the driver was at least still conscious (driving away from the scene, check) and I hit the gas…
Whereupon a little college girl managed to execute a perfect 8-10 split using her vehicle, my vehicle, and somebody else’s. Four or five vehicles involved, all but the two of us drove off.
When the trooper arrived and knocked on the wife’s window I interjected as soon as I could, “Uh, I think I’m legally required to inform you that I’m armed.”
“Oh. That’s fine.”
Nothing else. He didn’t even take a glance at my CPL or my driver’s license. He got us off the highway (dispatch told us to stay there, he said never ever listen to dispatch) and surveyed the damage. No need for a police report as far as he’s concerned, and we’d already exchange insurance info, so off we went.
I love America.