Write about an encounter you've had with a police officer, or have seen someone else have.
One-Minute Writing of the Day:
Writer: Kathleen A. Ryan
I was a cop for twenty-one years. One Fourth of July, a fellow officer responded to a fireworks complaint in someone’s backyard. There were no fireworks, but a man was barbecuing in the buff. When the officer turned to leave, she said, “Don’t burn your meat on the barbecue.”
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She rolls down the driver side window and readjusts her bra. This better work, I think. My wife pouts, leans forward, and squeezes her shoulders together. The officer raises his sunglasses and smiles.
I pulled over as soon as I saw the policeman light me up.
"Going a little fast aren't you " he asked.
I explained that I was going to a job interview, and was running a little late.
He said I might want to call them and tell them I was not going to be able to make the interview, as I had eleven parking tickets outstanding, and three failure to appear charges, my car was going to be impounded, while I went to jail.
Not a good way to start the day.
Oy. Let's not go there. Some things are better left in the past....
I had quite a bit of cynical fun when watching a running man get tackled to the ground by a police officer a few months ago in Coventry. The useless "But oi 'int do nuffin"-shouts made such a beautiful contrast with the blossoming trees. It made my day.
"Oh sure. If Rosemary didn't introduce us, I wouldn't have approached you. When I first saw you I was definitely intimidated."
A conversation I had after becoming good friends with a female police officer ... one of the toughest women I have ever met. She was intimidated by me. Crazy.
Yes, a couple of times. But with the group. Not with the police officer in singular. Though they might have been single. But that was far from my mind during those encounters....
I got pulled over for doing 80 mph in a 55.
The cop was actually quite nice and only wrote me up for doing 15 over so I didn't have my license taken away.
Sometimes the fuzz is nice.
As soon as I saw today's prompt, I jumped to answer it, because whenever someone mentions the word 'police' to me, I instantly think about Garrido.
He was a police officer down in my village, and he was in charge of the busiest street, the one I walk through every day. He was a very cheerful man, saying hi to everyone and always smiling. He knew everyone there!
But one day, a couple was robbing a store, a Kevingston to be more specific, and he came to help, and was shot and instantly killed. This happened last February, and was a major piece of news, appearing in every news channel.
As justice is slower than anything in this country, the thieves are still waiting to be tried, and nothing has been done on the subject. If you looked at the floor of that main street, you saw, in huge white letters “Justice for Garrido or for his murderers?”
However, not everything is bad news, for he got a piece of love from all the grateful people he had helped: when you walk in those streets you see a black bow in every window, and there is a small monument at Kevingston's door. They even named that part of the street after him!
People were raising keys to build a real monument, because the government complained that copper was way too expensive... And that is just because there had been a misunderstanding between the government of the city and Garrido, because it was corrupt and he was not.
And that's what our government teaches us to do: not to appreciate people who sacrifice their lives to protect us.
This summer I had my very first car accident. As soon as it happened I called home, told my Dad what happened, then called 911. I spoke with the dispatcher who sent out a unit immediately. My Dad arrived on the scene first, rather angry & upset. The police officer came up to me, as I was stuck in my car & asked if I was alright. He was the nicest, most understanding man. I was more afraid of my father than the police officer. I wish I had gotten his name, but I was literally stuck in my car & couldn't find him to thank him before I went home.
I turned the wrong way on a one-way street in downtown Memphis and came nose-to-nose with a police car. Of course, the policeman immediately pulled me over. My eyes nearly burst my skull when he came up to my window: he was hot, hot, HOT! I nervously explained that I had never driven in this part of the city before and didn't see the one-way sign. Fortunately, the gorgeous officer let me off the hook. To this day, I wonder what might have happened had I asked for his phone number...
OH!! This is a good one!! We had been living in our apartment for like six months and our neighbours are horrible. They hate any kind of noise. So anyways one night we played DDR till 1030 then hopped in the showed. 5 seconds after I got out someone knocked on our door. I barely threw on clothes and it was the cops here to complain about noise!! I was soaking wet! And here your allowed to make any kind of noise until 1130!!
It was interesting trying to explain that one!
I was a cop for twenty-one years. One Fourth of July, a fellow officer responded to a fireworks complaint in someone’s backyard. There were no fireworks, but a man was barbecuing in the buff. When the officer turned to leave, she said, “Don’t burn your meat on the barbecue.”
We were in Texas with our 5-week-old daughter, driving in the middle of nowhere. Lights started flashing behind us, and we pulled over. The cop stuck his flashlight right in the sleeping baby's face, and she started to scream. He informed us that we were going 3 miles over the speed limit (really!) and left to check out my husband's license. We gave the baby a pacifier.
Right before the officer came back, I whispered, "Quick! Take the pacifier out!" We took it out and she started to scream again. The cop, looking at the red-faced newborn like a deer in headlights, let us go with a warning.
Believe it or not, that was not the last time she got us out of a ticket....
At the risk of seeming trite, all I could think of is the graphic scenes of batons falling on "Green" wearing heads who are just asking for some air to breathe. And I could smell the tear gas as my heart starts pounding -an involuntary reaction to the flashing memories in my mind.
Thanks, C. Beth, for choosing my story. I had fun participating, and I look forward to trying again soon! Thanks for the opportunity. What a great concept you have here at "One-Minute Writer." Keep up the good work!
Many thanks,
Kathleen A. Ryan
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