It’s true. I don’t make up the rules, people. Case in point…
The other day, I was happily riding in 63 degree weather wearing my summer gloves and a lightweight long sleeve uniform shirt (sorry 40+ other states…it’s freaking beautiful in CA!) when I see a hapless driver without her seat belt on. On go the lights, over pulls the car.
MC: Afternoon. Do you know why I stopped you?
LL (Lazy Lady…should be become clear soon): Um…is it because I wasn’t wearing my seat belt when I pulled out of the shopping center?
MC: It is indeed. Do you have your driver’s license?
LL (doing the 14-six pat…LEOs should know what that is…at least in CA): Well, officer, my license is suspended. I just want to be honest with you.
MC: I appreciate that. Why is it suspended?
LL: Well, I had a DUI a while back and I have a court date in a couple weeks to get it changed to restricted so I can drive to work.
MC: Okay. Where were you coming from?
LL: The doctor. I just work across the street.
MC: Uh-huh. Okay…hang tight. I’ll be right back.
*The eventual DMV check through dispatch revealed a total of nine suspensions. Six of them were still active. Two of those were for two separate DUIs. Oh…and she’s on probation for the DUI.*
MC: LL? Here’s the thing, you’re suspended for a whole mess of stuff. I’m gonna place you under arrest for driving on a suspended license and I’m going to tow your car and place a 30 day hold on it.
LL (tears a-brimmin’): Do you think you could tow it tomorrow so I can use it just to get back home tonight?
MC: No, LL. I don’t think that’ll happen today. Let me ask you a question. Did you know your license was suspended?
MC: Right. And you work across the street, right?
MC: And your doctor is about 200 yards from where you work, right?
MC: LL. Why didn’t you just walk?
Deer in headlights time. At the end of the day, she didn’t really have a cogent answer for me. Not that her reasoning would have mattered a whole lot. I’ll give a break every now and again if your reasons make some kind of sense to me. But six active suspensions? Um…no.
If you are too damn lazy to walk your suspended behind across the bloody street, you don’t deserve the “oh-poor-you” treatment. You deserve the “I’m-taking-your-car-to-car-jail” treatment.
Oh…and I still cited for the seat belt. That ought to nut up at least a few of you. On the other hand, there are those of you who know I got a mover and an arrest stat. Win/win in my book.