Undercover Cop

A friend of mine helped me start off the day with a good laugh. I needed it, as Jeff departed for Cleveland this morning. That always puts a little damper on my day. However, this friend, Marie we will call her, helped to take my mind off of the Jeff aspect because I can never pass up an opportunity to make fun of somebody.

Marie is currently driving around her mother-in-law's Ford Focus. Her and her husband are buying it off of her mother-in-law. She used to drive a BMW. Much her dismay, her husband took it away and stuck her with the Focus. Amidst going through the registration process, Marie had decided to take the plates off the car. Yea, I know, dumb move. Since she still had to drive it to the DMV, she placed the plates in the windows, thinking that would be just fine. That was until there was a black car with dark black tinted windows behind her.

Being as observant as she is, she decided it was most likely drug dealers behind those tinted windows. She believed it until a flashing light turned on below the rearview mirror. She pulled over, victim to the "undercover" cop. 

With the first question of, "License and registration," Marie's response was not a good one. 

"Well, that may be a problem," she said. She went on to explain how she used to drive a BMW, but her husband stuck her with this little white Ford Focus and she was not happy about it. She got talking a mile a minute, basically her whole life story, and the cop, I'm sure, regretting pulling this chic over. 

Rather than spending more time with Marie and giving her a ticket, this cop told her she needed to put her plates back on. He said when plates are in the windows, people we think she stole the car. Marie's response? None other than, "Do you really think I would steal a Ford Focus?" 

With some more questioning, I found out a bit more about this cop. When asked what town the cop was from, she was unsure because the car was unmarked. When asked if he had a uniform on, the answer was negative. He had khaki shorts and a collared shirt on, like he was going to play golf or something. When asked if he had a badge, that was questionable. She did not remember seeing one. 

With that, myself and the two other participating in this conversation explained how stupid she is. Actually, we didn't explain, we just ragged on her. This "undercover cop" was really looking for a way to get Marie to do something worthwhile in turn for not giving her a ticket. With that, the joke continued throughout the day about Marie and her "undercover cop" with no badge.

While this was done in good fun, the scary part came when I got home and checked out the local newspaper online: 

Unmarked Cop

Luckily, our little Marie got away unscathed, and so did the woman in the article. I'm glad that creep in the collared shirt is behind bars. And, while Jeff may have a lot to worry, with me being on my own and all, at least he knows I will not pull over for "undercover cops" with no badges!