Today I got a ticket in Cortez by the “Sarge.” Yeah, he had a mustache, portly fellow he was. I wouldn’t doubt he likes bologna.
Sarge: License and registration please.
Sarge: Do you know why I stopped you.
Me: No
Sarge: Well you can’t make a U-Turn here, and even if you could you cant do it on a red arrow.
Me: (Staring at officer)
Sarge: Hold on.
It’s never very promising when the cop tells you to hold on. Just sitting there in the car, waiting impatiently, wondering if you are going to get a ticket. People driving by and staring like you just got caught clubbing baby seals or something. I almost always get the ticket, so that’s what I expect, but when I don’t I’m pleasantly surprised.
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