While driving back from a friend's house last Thursday, which was... uhrm... 09-02-99 I was stopped
by a Pleasant View city officer because the registration on my plate didn't come up right on his computer. I did register
my car. The little 00 tag was not stolen. (Sometimes I'm desperate, but not that desperate.) I showed him the registrar's
papers, which I was lucky to have left in my car. He said that was fine then. However, I also knew why it didn't show up.
You see, being diabetic, as I am, you must have your Doc sign the DMV's papers saying you're alright to drive every year in
Utah (I've never had a driver's license anywhere else in the States, I dunno if it's just a state regulation.) Recently my
Doc left the state (boo-hoo) and I hadn't had the papers signed being as the other endocrinologist in the city is a big, gigantic
asshole. (We don't get along.) Ergo, my license has been denied... And still is, come to think of it.
So Officer Hadley (I love him) ran my license and found out that it was invalid. I played dumb, as
anyone would, I'm sure. He asked what medical problems I had, as the dispatcher only said it was suspended for medical reasons.
I said that I was diabetic. He said that was too bad - even sincerely!!! Yay! Synopsis, I got out of the car, he called another
officer to search it. I forewarned them both that in the center console they would find a vial of Ultralente insulin and quite
a few syringes and that they should be careful at that point. They were greatful, I think. (Always warn officers if you've
got stuff that could hurt them in your car. They're people, too, and they don't deserve your diseases, no matter what kinda
pig analogy you use for them.) Anyhow, Officer Hadley and I went back to his car and wrote me out the ticket - which I can,
again, simply pay off, a whole $80 - and talked about his Mitsubishi, which happens to be the same year and color as mine
- rebuilding transmissions and putting a new engines in them is what we drifted to. I put a new engine in mine last June,
which is when he had rebuilt the transmission in his. Amazing, eh! The transmission in mine, however, is perfectly fine, not
that that little factoid has anything to do with this story.
Anyhow, Officer Hadley, I commend you! In a world of power-tripping, money-hungry, close-minded, asshole-ish
cops you stopped a blue-haired, visibly pierced young lady at 2:00 in the a.m. and you were decent! There was no mocking in
your tone, no belligerance in your words, and, indeed, you were actually nice! Thank you, sir!!!! Sir is definitely a title
you deserve - with or without the uniform. You have restored my faith in the ever-diminishing number of forthright police
officers employed today. Please keep up the good work. Please don't get bogged down by asshole-ish tendencies. You are better
than your fellow lazy-ass Pleasant View cops!! I look forward to seeing you in court!!!
And, as my follow-up to this one, I paid the fine as soon as the letter came. Whoa, boy, the letter....
I'll sum it up - I corrected the grammar, punctuation, and spelling on a one-page, 15-line letter. And at the bottom I recommended
the court clerk sojourn over to Weber High and take a Sophomore English class.
And another follow-up; I haven't heard anything back from them on the English class for the court clerk.
(sigh)
