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Oct. 3, 2008 The police car drove past and that was when Seb noticed that the officer inside was straining to look his way in a prolonged and strange moment. There was a look a slight astonishment on the officer’s face, an escalating if slight shock going on in her brain. Seb made nothing of it and decided in a moment not to be paranoid or even anxious. The problem was, that almost every time before that he chose this stance, he ended up in some sort of trouble. Along he drove for a solid five minutes without concern. It was a bright and cloudless morning, and everything seemed utterly sane and so well defined. The buildings, some designated as grocery stores and others as dwellings, seemed good and right. Manicured lawns of industrial buildings were handsome, and what’s more, all the lights on the non-busy street seemed to be green. Then Seb noticed the car behind him flashing the lights. So unworried was he about the strange officer a few minutes prior that he thought it was another car altogether. He pulled over. Still Seb didn’t know what was the matter. He had not run a light, or come to a rolling stop anywhere. He wasn’t speeding. He was curious if this was something altogether different. Something not in the normal scheme of happenings. This encounter, he thought, might be a precedent of some sort. Perhaps the officer needed his help with something. Or perhaps it was a case of mistaken identity, which could be everyone’s worst nightmare, but could hold some secret excitement. Up came the woman officer to the car. “ Do you know why I pulled you over?” “ No. No idea at all.” “ Back there, you were not wearing your seatbelt. Can I see your driver’s license and insurance? “ “Yes.” Seb waited and thought of how ridiculous it seemed. It was a quiet and relaxed day. He had not been out of his condominium’s entry road yet, and had been just about to buckle, as he did do, the moment the light had turned green and before he entered the first intersection. All of a sudden Seb remembered the plethora of excuses available, that one was supposed to show regret, and try something to help the officer help him. She was good looking, but he couldn’t compliment her on that as that would not go over well, and was not his style anyhow. Besides, his excuse had to be relevant to the matter at hand. He skipped the excuse and said, “Look, can you see what you can do? Can you do anything? I know I should have been wearing it.” That was what she needed, and he had played the game half decently. She said she would see and went back to her car. A few minutes later when she came to the window, she was upbeat but explained, “ I can’t help you. You’ve done this before I saw. All I can say is to fight it, and maybe they will reduce the fine. That is all I can say. It is worth a try. That’s what we say when we can’t help you but want to.” Seb felt like calling her a square, a proper and informed flake of sorts, a uniform and uniformed Pony or Dog, which actually believed in the rightness of her small lawful escapades. What had he done before? Not worn a seatbelt. It sounded like a drug trafficking crime or something worse, the way she had put it. Instead he said, “Thanks for trying,” and slowly drove away, making sure to use his left indicator, check his mirrors, and his blind spot too, because it was almost always some sort of blind spot that got you. ------------ Email: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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