Not only was my mind loaded with training material, scheduling, motherhood, and normal life but my home was in the flood zone of the North Platte River. The water was rising daily and I was concerned it would wash away my dream home. Sandbags and preparation were underway at home. I still had to work and I couldn’t freak out on something I couldn’t control.
Outside interferences plague us all the time, but I had to keep my mind on the rookie and Wheels was a sponge, trying to soak up everything he could learn. Actually, he was to the point where it was annoying sometimes.
Wheels had soaked up all the academy ways of conducting a traffic stop. Now it was my turn to undo all of that and transform Robocop into a Casper Police officer. His first traffic stop was not pretty. He pulled over a vehicle for drag racing and made contact with the driver.
WHEELS: Sir, I pulled you over for drag racing. Do you have any legal justification for doing that?
WHEELS: Well, do you?
ME: *blink*blink* [roll eyes}
DRIVER: Uh. No.
Back in the car Wheels decided to write the driver a ticket. Like any good trainer, I had to question his train of thought and interrupt his process. At this time in the game, he could not multi-task, so he had to put down his pen and talk to me. I was a ruthless trainer and I didn’t “soften” anything. I pretty much always laid it right out there.
ME: What in the hell are you asking him that crap for?
WHEELS: Yeah, after I said that, twice no less, I felt stupid.
ME: How does it feel?
WHEELS: To be stupid?
ME: Yep. That. Do you have any legal justification for being stupid?
WHEELS: [laughs] Uh. No.
ME: Carry on, Soldier.