Tonight, I pulled over a young man, all of 16 years old, on a traffic stop. He handed me his proof of insurance. I glanced at it, keeping my eyes on him and his passenger and my surroundings.
The red "crayon-like" lettering in a grade school scribble caught my eye and I took a second look at the paper he handed me.
I said with one eye brow raised, "Seriously?"
He said, "What?"
I did state in a very calm manner, "You are freaking kidding me if you think in your right mind this is going pass as your proof of insurance."
He, in his calm teenager voice said, "Really? It worked for the other guy."
I said, "I doubt it. If so, he was probably an idiot on crack or a rookie from the next two towns over. No cop is that dense. But...nice try."
He said, "Oh."
"Oh, as in...the blond cop isn't as dumb as I thought she would be?"
"Uh, no ma'am. It was just worth a try. I had to try."
So, I told him to wait in the car and I would get back to him. When I got into my car, I had to take a moment to bust out laughing.
On this night, I happened to have a "rider" with me who was a college student and has ridden along with me and other police officers several times. We have a program where citizens that have gone through an approval process can ride with police and watch us work, learn what it is like "out there", and so forth. So, since he has been involved in the ride along program for some time, he knows the procedures very well. I handed him the paper "Masterpiece" titled, "Proof of Insurance."
He busted out laughing. He said, "The only thing that would make that dude's work of art any better would be if actually he did it in crayon."
The document read as:
The paper was heavy card stock paper and the headings were typed. The rest was written as I would say in, "red, crayon-like, grade school, scribble."
I wrote my lovely citation for No Proof Of Insurance in my "official black scribble" and approached the car. I handed him the clipboard and said, "Here you go, Genius. I will keep your work of art for evidence purposes."
He sheepishly grinned.
On the citation was a place for work or school. So, I asked him the magic question that I already knew the answer to, "What school do you go to?" He said, "Oh, I don't go to school." I said, "Aha." He said, "But I work. Well, actually, I start tomorrow...at Burger King..that is, I hope so, IF I get the job."
I gave him an A+ for effort.