whilst slangin pies. he came up to the window… i had the rear drivers side window rolled down bc the front doesnt work at all…
cop “does this window work?”
me “no it doesnt sir”
cop "can you open your door please?
me “yes sir”
“license and regestration?”
“yes sir, i have to reach into my pocket”
“thats ok, go ahead”
hand him my license
“now i have to reach into my glove compartment”
“thats ok, go ahead.”
so he takes my shit and goes back to his car. a few minutes later he comes back
“mr mendola did you know your reg is overdue?”
“no sir i had no idea…”
“and your inspection is up next week.”
“uhhhhhhh no sir i had no idea…”
“and you probably shouldnt be driving around with open containers in the car”
we both looked in the back seat and there was a half drank 12 pack of cold budweiser, a half drank bottle of red wine, and a half drank bottle of jim beam sitting in the back seat…
“uhh no sir, i shouldnt. im sorry about that.”
“do you know my son ben?”
“uhhhh… ben…” looking at his badge “oh ya!! Ben G*******!!! i know him well, he’s a good kid!!”
I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHO HIS SON IS. SRSLY, NO IDEA. NOT A FUCKING CLUE.
“ya, well i just called him and he said youre a nice kid and i should let you go with just warnings.”
“really! That ben, i’ll tell you… what a nice kid! really like him!”
“he sure is. you really shouldnt be driving around in this with an exaust that loud. this thing is a roach!”
“yes sir, its my winter car, and it really is a pile.”
he glanced down at my pass seat and noticed a pizza.
“are you delivering right now?”
“why yes i am sir. im going to big tree road actually.”
THIS WAS THE BEST THING EVER. PO TRON GOES-
“oh, im sorry then! youre free to go! sorry for taking up your time!”
“no problem officer, have a nice day!”
and i drive away without any tickets.
whoever this ben kid is, i really need to find him and buy him a beer