My dad was right. Firemen are way better than cops. Think about it. A volunteer fireman knows he’s not getting paid, and still he will get out of bed at 2am, when he has work the next morning, and come save your house, or rescue your dog, or pull your car out of the river even though the sign clearly said “Low water crossing, turn around don’t drown” and you drove through it anyway. These guys are heroes whether or not they’re answering a call because they are always on standby, willing to do whatever needs to be done.
Now imagine a volunteer cop, pulling you over because your registration is out of date, yeah, that’s not working for me either!
Kids love to see firemen. Firemen come to school, teach them to stop, drop, and roll, remind them about family meeting places, give them cute firefighter erasers and let them see the big red trucks. The cops never bring cute erasers to school.
I’ve never met someone who’s had a string of bad luck with firemen. But I guarantee you I could tell a story or too about run-ins with the police. (Here’s the last one I wrote about the boys in blue…) Just to prove I’m not the only one having these problems, I’ll tell you a few new stories.
Last Friday my husband went to get lunch at work in his ratty old car. Now he drives some ugly old cars, and I’m sure it did look strange to have paper tags on a hoopty, but my hubby bought a car for a few hundred bucks, there’s an issue with the title, and he bought temporary tags for it until it’s straightened out. My hubby is a horse trader. He’s had hundreds of cars. He buys and sells and trades all the time, but he’s never gotten in trouble. He’s never been to jail, doesn’t have a record, and remember, we just adopted 4 kids through CPS, so our backgrounds were thoroughly dug into.
So imagine his surprise when he got pulled over for having a plate on the front and a paper tag on the back of the car. You would think clearing my husband through the database would have been sufficient, but no, he was detained, frisked, and his car was searched. He was repeatedly asked if he had drugs, or had ever been in trouble, and then he was treated rudely when he continued to give the same answers again and again. Twenty minutes later he was told “oh well, sometimes you gotta go through the good guys to get the bad.” I guess there is some truth to that, so might as well let that one go, but even Blondie had a moment with the police that has me wound up.
Of course, it makes me nervous that she always wants to be out later and later. She has that teenage belief that she’s invincible, and I look at her and see how beautiful and naive she is, and I’m praying no one comes along and proves to her that she isn’t as tough as she thinks. My biggest fear is that one day, I’ll be right. Still, she’s gonna leave home eventually, so I can’t keep her on a string forever.
The weekend her phone was broken, she went out with her boyfriend and was driving home at 1am. This 1am was our compromise, after months of arguing over her midnight curfew. She wanted 2am, I wanted 12, we met at 1, and off she went. She was supposed to take her brother’s cell phone, but she forgot it. Things might have been quite different if she’d had her phone that night.
She made so many mistakes. First, she was out way too late for a pretty girl all alone. Second, she stopped to pee in a little town on her route, where there is no “crowd” to keep watch. I always tell her not to stop at night, to get her gas in the day, but she says she couldn’t make it the last 12 miles to home. Third, she didn’t have a phone to call 9-1-1, and I think that was the biggest mistake of all.
A man followed her into the gas station, and then he followed her out, and then she was spooked when he started driving right behind her, riding her tail, so she panicked. She said to herself “get home to Daddy”. A few minutes later she was stopped for going 80 mph in a 70. She told the officer about the man, and still her wrote her a ticket.
Now, to be fair, she was speeding. I won’t argue that. This is NOT about beating a ticket. What angers me, as a mother, is that he did nothing to check out her story. He didn’t call for another car to drive up and down the highway, he didn’t ask her for a description of the other vehicle, he just wrote her a ticket and sent her home. The world is full of stories about beautiful young girls who disappear into the night, and he didn’t even take a minute to make sure she wasn’t gonna be the next one. He could have at least followed her to town and made sure she was safe. A fireman would have followed her home, I’m sure of it!
You know there is one other reason firemen are so much better. When you think of cops, what do you see??
I think I need to visit the fire-station and pet a dalmatian! That would certainly brighten my day after mailing off the money to pay for Blondie’s night out. On the bright side, you can get a lot of housework out of a kid that owes you a hundred dollars!
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