Stoked
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X-posted to NWCDL.
I was driving home from my folk's house in Kent today. On southbound 167 just south of 18 when my phone rang with an "urgent text message". (as an aside, how fracking urgent can a TEXT message be? Try calling.) Anyhow, I pulled over on the right shoulder to read/respond to it. No sooner had I finished replying when a Trooper pulled up behind me. He walks up to the right side and taps on the window. I roll it down and he leans in... :
Trooper: Everything OK?
Me: Yeah, stupid text message...
Trooper: Well, thanks for pulling over to read it instead of driving on.
Me: I can barely walk and chew gum at the same time.
Trooper: You know you right brakelight is out? Can I look at your license?
Me: Sure. By the way, I'm carrying on my CPL right now.
::road noise::
Trooper: Huh? What about a CDL?
Me: NO, I said I am carrying a weapon and I have my CPL right here.
Trooper: So?
::hands license back::
Trooper: It's your right brakelight.
Me: ...Uh, thanks.
He drove off and I sat there for like another minute, waiting for another cop, like in that movie Super Troopers or something.
Weird being on the other side of the badge.
X-posted to NWCDL.
I was driving home from my folk's house in Kent today. On southbound 167 just south of 18 when my phone rang with an "urgent text message". (as an aside, how fracking urgent can a TEXT message be? Try calling.) Anyhow, I pulled over on the right shoulder to read/respond to it. No sooner had I finished replying when a Trooper pulled up behind me. He walks up to the right side and taps on the window. I roll it down and he leans in... :
Trooper: Everything OK?
Me: Yeah, stupid text message...
Trooper: Well, thanks for pulling over to read it instead of driving on.
Me: I can barely walk and chew gum at the same time.
Trooper: You know you right brakelight is out? Can I look at your license?
Me: Sure. By the way, I'm carrying on my CPL right now.
::road noise::
Trooper: Huh? What about a CDL?
Me: NO, I said I am carrying a weapon and I have my CPL right here.
Trooper: So?
::hands license back::
Trooper: It's your right brakelight.
Me: ...Uh, thanks.
He drove off and I sat there for like another minute, waiting for another cop, like in that movie Super Troopers or something.
Weird being on the other side of the badge.