
I'm driving in WC on Monday and on my way to Giant with Daughter. I come to a five point intersection (mind you...I am from DE, just moved to PA and I'm not familiar with all the roads yet) and the red light looks like it's for the street to the left of me, but I am turning right. No signs to be seen, and no cars in sight. So I turn.
*Woooooo! Whiiiirrrrr*
(red and blue lights flashing)Me: CRAP!
Daughter: What, mama?
Me: A police officer wants to talk to Mommy.
Daughter: Why?
Me: I think I made a mistake.
Nice officer gets out of his car, but my registration/insurance is in my trunk because those document holders that come with cars these days are too big for the glove compartment. As he's walking to my car, I'm already opening my door, but now I'm having flashbacks of
COPS episodes where officers think they are getting attacked when drivers open their doors. He didn't seem concerned, but I explained my docs were in the trunk. He was already waving at Daughter and making funny faces.
He asked if I knew why I was pulled over. I explained that I didn't quite know what to do at that light, but I'm pretty sure I knew now. He said, "Fair enough..."
I handed him my documents and (CRAP AGAIN!) I still have a
DE license, along with PA plates and PA registration and insurance. Nice move, Blondie. I told him I planned to get my PA license this week, and he was fine with that too.
Huh?
He went back to his car, and Lilly wasn't even fazed. Her
Tom & Jerry DVD was more interesting than Mom getting in trouble.
He came back pretty quickly, and began to make small talk. "
Who do you know on the job?" I'm always confused by this question at first, because I forget about my FOP badge on my plate. I snapped to, and said, "
Oh I know quite a few Delaware officers. That's where I'm from, originally." He asks for names, and I spew them out. He says, "
I know those guys!", then asks how it was living on Silverside Rd. He knew that area, because he used to work nearby.
Now he starts telling me of FOP "etiquette". I had no idea there was such a thing. Apparently, 1 out of 10 police officers will take offense if you have an FOP badge on your plate, and not actually
in the FOP. He explained how he and most officers couldn't care less, but I could possibly get that jerk one day who actually does get all miffed about it. I said that I donate every year to the Order, but that won't matter to the "respect-my-authorit-
tie" officer.
So there you go. A word to the wise. 9 times out of 10, an FOP badge will save your ass. It has for me. He let me go!