When I was in my 20s I was in a car with four other people and we were driving around in a beat-up clunker and the color of the doors didn't match the color of the body. We were on the way to a diner. It was about 10 pm. A cop car started following us and out of nowhere there was a command relayed over its speakers "Pull over to the side of the road."
The driver did so. The cop car pulled over too and then the cops turned on that spotlight side light thing squad cars have and everything in the car was very, very bright. I was sort of freaked out at this point. But other people in the car were playing it off or pretending to. "What is this shit?"
I only vaguely knew the driver. He said "Fuck!" and I got more freaked out. What was up? Some moments passed and for reasons that were never made clear to me the driver acted like a crazy person. He suddenly reached over towards the glove box. Somebody said "What are you doing?" He grunted "Getting my registration." He opened up the box, he quickly got his registration, just as quickly he opened the door, and he jumped out of the car.
We were near a college town and everybody in the car was white but my heart was pumping full speed anyway. I was half-expecting a hail of gunfire. Nothing happened. But it's decades later and I still can't believe the driver did that. It was a stupid, risky thing to do that made no sense at all. I quickly learned the driver was the sort of moron who can't be educated. People tired to explain it to him at the diner but he laughed away the risk. I knew in my bones he was an abject fool who would never learn.
When I was in my 20s I was in a car with four other people and we were driving around in a beat-up clunker and the color of the doors didn't match the color of the body. We were on the way to a diner. It was about 10 pm. A cop car started following us and out of nowhere there was a command relayed over its speakers "Pull over to the side of the road."
The driver did so. The cop car pulled over too and then the cops turned on that spotlight side light thing squad cars have and everything in the car was very, very bright. I was sort of freaked out at this point. But other people in the car were playing it off or pretending to. "What is this shit?"
I only vaguely knew the driver. He said "Fuck!" and I got more freaked out. What was up? Some moments passed and for reasons that were never made clear to me the driver acted like a crazy person. He suddenly reached over towards the glove box. Somebody said "What are you doing?" He grunted "Getting my registration." He opened up the box, he quickly got his registration, just as quickly he opened the door, and he jumped out of the car.
We were near a college town and everybody in the car was white but my heart was pumping full speed anyway. I was half-expecting a hail of gunfire. Nothing happened. But it's decades later and I still can't believe the driver did that. It was a stupid, risky thing to do that made no sense at all. I quickly learned the driver was the sort of moron who can't be educated. People tired to explain it to him at the diner but he laughed away the risk. I knew in my bones he was an abject fool who would never learn.
I wonder what happened to that guy.