Any time I do anything remotely not stupid, my Mom says, “It must be good parenting!” Who am I to quibble?
Today, I stopped a good example. I was sitting in my pond du jour when I saw a speeding vehicle. I pulled it over and walked up to talk to the obviously young driver. He had his hands on the wheel. His window was rolled up. He looked a bit like he was going to have an attitude on him. I mimed (not trapped in a box) that I wanted him to roll the window down. My first thought was, “Cop’s kid.”
MC: Do you know why I stopped you?
GA (Good Apple): No, sir.
MC: Do you know what the speed limit is back there?
GA: 35, sir.
MC: Do you know how fast you were going?
GA: Not much more than 40, sir.
MC: 49. Do you have your license, registration and insurance?
GA: Yes, sir. I’m very sorry, sir.
MC: What does your Dad do for a living?
GA: He’s in construction.
MC: Have you ever had a ticket before?
GA: I’ve never been pulled over, sir.
MC: Okay…hang tight…I’ll be right back.
I ran him out and sure enough, he had a clean record. I had him dead to rights for speed.
MC: So, you’ve never been pulled over before?
GA: No, sir.
MC: I’m going to give you a break. Interested in why?
MC: I can count on one hand how many times I’ve stopped someone as polite as you. You did everything you were supposed to do. You kept your hands on the wheel. That helps put me at ease. It’s a smart thing to do for both of our safety. I’m not sure who taught you how to handle being stopped by the police, but I assume it was your folks. I won’t tell them about this little incident if you don’t, but you seem like a pretty honest kid. If you end up telling them, do me a favor and tell them I appreciate the good job they did with you.
GA: I’ll tell them, sir. Thank you!
So to Mr. and Mrs. Random I say, “Well done! Great job in raising what appears to be a polite, honest, and well adjusted young man!”
That’s my Good Apple Award, pictured above, by the way. Creativity abounds!