I just thought I'd add some funny cop stories since you guys are keeping me laughing today. For starters, I was married to a cop. Needless to say that didn't work out because he was rude, stubborn, demeaning, and sexist. He was all into working out and trying to look like a body builder (apparently before I met him he had a great body). I think he was just trying to make up for how dumb he was. He had to exert control over everything in our lives in order to compensate for fact that he could barely read! He had the nerve to say my job as a teacher in a high risk school was a cake walk compared to being a cop! It's pretty easy to get a job as a cop if you're willing to work. That's why there are so many trigger happy morons running around with badges! Wow, this is great talking about
something other than my Fibro.
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a year ago, my sister was driving with myself and my daughters in the car. We were leaving my parent's house and she rolled through a stop sign at an intersection near a dead end street. A cop pulled us over and proceeded to give my confidently sexy sister a warning citation. Once the cop left, my 7 year old said "Aunt Heather, what is a warning citation". My sister replies with "It means you're too hot to get a ticket". I guess it's a good thing I wasn't the one who got pulled over.
I have bad luck with cops. the onset of my fibro was after a car accident that was not my fault. A kid ran a stop sign at a busy intersection and plowed into me, totaling my car, breaking my hand and my sister's wrist, and scaring the crap out of my 6 year old daughter at the time. The cop actually followed us to the hospital to chase me down and give me a ticket for an expired tag! How absurd! Obviously I'm not gonna go pay the tag fees now that the car is totaled. Anyway, I went to court and only had to pay court costs.
This is where my fibro comes into play. Within days of actually being diagnosed, I was driving downtown for an Art Educators meeting and I wasn't sure exactly how to get to the school, so I was already a bit disoriented. I turned down a one-way street (going the right way!) but I was in the right lane. I needed to make a left turn, so I just went and turned as if I were on a two way street. Needless to say, another car in the left hand lane plowed into my 1 year old car. It's kind of hard to explain, but I really don't remember the thought process that I had before these events occurred. Even at the time, I couldn't figure out how I could have made such a mistake! We were both OK this time but both cars had damages. I didn't dare tell the officer how disoriented I felt. I just owned up to being in the wrong (in the previous wreck, the guy tried to say I was speeding and in a school zone although I am a teacher and school was out) and took my well deserved ticket. It should have been written to Fibromyalgia, not me! lol
Thanks fro the cop topic, I needed a break!