Last night I saw a tow truck run a stop sign right in front of me while going at least 20 miles per hour. I followed it to the next stop sign because I wanted to see if the driver was going to do it again. Of course, the driver rolled through that stop sign also, but not as bad as the first one.
I stopped the tow truck and walked up to the driver side. The driver had a weird look on his face as he opened the door so we could talk.
He handed me his license as I asked, “Why didn’t you stop for the stop sign?”
“I have to go to the bathroom,” he said.
“You do?” I said with a raised eyebrow. I’ve heard this excuse before and I wasn’t buying it.
“Where are you going to use the bathroom at?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
Maybe he had to use the restroom, but I wasn’t sure if it was as bad as he was making it out to be. I decided to write him a ticket because he hadn’t tried to stop for either stop sign.
I started to walk away, but then turned around as I asked, “Number 1 or number 2?”
“It’s going to be number 3,” he said with a serious look.
I wrote the ticket a little faster just in case……
You just can’t make this stuff up.
Stopped a guy who roared through a red light on a busy highway where we had crash after crash because the light was too often ignored. He gave me the “no speak” routine when I asked him for his license. We finally got that settled and when I returned to the driver’s window I explained that I was issuing him a citation for the red light. He quickly turned and said, “Oh no officer, it was still yellow.” Amazing how circumstance can motivate.