Sunday, December 24, 2006

On The Streets Of Balt Amore


This week my friend Laura told me a story that took place in Baltimore, so at this point, I’m going to let her words take over….

So. I have a headlight partially out. The running light works, but the main light is out, and I'm driving through Baltimore on the way home. A city cop pulls me over and asks for my license. He's looking at my birthday (fill in year) and says “So what, you're…? (fill in the wrong age). That was my first clue that he's not too bright. Simple subtraction isn't a skill that city policemen need to prove they have, I guess. He asks... was I was married? any kids? ... all kinds of personal stuff. After a few minutes of chitty chatting, he finally goes back to his car.


Meanwhile, I got out to see the headlight, which part is out. So while I'm looking at my car, he waves me over to his car. I get to his door, and he said, "I'm going to give you a repair order. Why don't you get in so you can sign it when I'm done?" Reluctantly, I got into his stinky old police car and he asks me other questions: Did I grow up in Maryland, do I have family in the area, am I ready for Christmas?" Another cop is coming through on the walkie talkie thingie, saying that I do own the car and it wasn't stolen. The cop looks at me and smiles, then he says "I was checking you out."

"Everything I Eat Turns To Muscle"

He took almost 10 minutes to write out this repair order, and I'm blathering about what mechanic I'll take the car to, why wasn't it cold yet so close to Christmas. I was obviously feeling awkward. So he finally finishes, I sign the notice, and he says "If you have any questions, you can give me a call." Then he gives me his business card. He follows with "or, if you just want to call for any reason". Yeah. Right.


So as I exit, he says "I'll be talking to you." (Uh huh.) As I'm getting into my car, he asks "Do you know where you are going?"... making sure I wasn't lost, I assumed. I told him, "Yes. Sure I do," and he said, "Because if not, you can follow me. I'm going to meet some coworkers at the XYZ diner, you know where that is?". I politely decline and get in my car. Finally, back in familiar territory. Never loved my car more!

THEN... This is the funny part. Then he pulls up beside me (my window was still down), and he yells "Hey Laura. Wanna race?" CAN YOU BELIEVE? On the city streets of Bal'mer. Then he said, "I'll get a head start" and peels out. This was a first for me.

"Meet Me At The Sidebar, East Lex."

10 Comments:

Blogger Megan said...

You made me snort. Creepily hilarious.

12:42 PM  
Blogger Momentary Academic said...

Oh dear. (she says embarrassed that she's from the Baltimore area.)

10:55 AM  
Blogger playfulinnc said...

Inconceivable.

1:10 PM  
Blogger Phil said...

It gets lonely on the road.

9:31 AM  
Blogger Ryane said...

Bal-te-more's finest. I feel safer just knowing he is out there...

12:40 PM  
Blogger The Lily said...

Oh wow. That's frightening.

Merry Christmas?

5:32 PM  
Blogger Megarita said...

NICE. I can absolutely see this happening. Crazy lady getting in his car!

10:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ha, fantastic! The thing he did with getting your age wrong ... it certainly might have been his stupidity but it also might have been a typical police tactic. If you had been using a fake ID, or hiding something otherwise, you might've agreed with him about what he said your age was and that would've let him know something was up. I have no excuses for everything else he did though!

4:26 PM  
Blogger Alex said...

this is the funniest thing I've read in a long time!

Check out The Wire on Netflix... the Baltimore PD figures prominently and you might recognize some of their behavior. :)

8:41 PM  
Anonymous Sugar said...

Oh, my Gawd!!!! What a freak! Did she say he was cute?(hehe) He couldn't have been cute acting like that right?

3:35 PM  

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