Zuddy and I met at our 5 year high school reunion (See? Waaayyyy back at the beginning).
Pam and Jeff moved next door to us 2 years ago. They are empty nesters who moved here from a very nice suburb. They wanted to live in the city. We love them. Every weekend we sit in lawn chairs in their driveway and talk their ears off. We will probably wake up one day to find they've moved out of their house in the middle of the night to get away from us.
Jeff informed me that this ride-along was in fact NOT a date with officer McHott.
Really? It's not? It really IS just a ride-along??? Humph.
Pam assured me that, no. This evening was, in fact, NOT a date with officer McHott.
I ditched the purse but kept the gloss.
Officer McHott came by at about 11pm (right after roll-call) to pick us up. He and Zuddy talked shop for a little bit:
I know......I had the camera on some weird setting and it's blurry. Or?....... is Zuddy just trying to touch every button reallyquick before we leave? You be the judge.
Here is the fine officer showing Zuddy the stuff in the squad car.
Here's Pam and me. I'm laughing because I have 4 chins and don't realize it yet. When I downloaded these photos? The laughter abruptly stopped, oh yes it did:
I rode most of the time in the back seat, where the criminals ride. Coincidence? I think not.
We learned many important lessons on our ride-along:
1. No good happens after Midnight. Hell....no good happens after 9pm. All of the good people are in bed. Go to bed.
2. If you are out in the middle of the night on a Saturday night you are probably:
- Driving with a suspended license.
- Driving without a license.
- Drunk and driving without a license.
- A hooker.
- A drunk hooker trying to pick up officer Mc Hott.
3. No matter which car you stumble upon or which license plate you punch into your computer, it WILL come up with something fishy about the car owner. This was a total surprise to me. The officer could've spent the whole night pulling people over because of some sort of previous violation. (See #1 and get to bed early on Saturday nights.)
4. If he pulled everyone over who deserved it, he wouldn't be available to take the really serious and dangerous calls. It's the sad, sad truth. He has to let a lot of "important" stuff go, because in the end? It's usually not that important.
5. My "normal" life? It's not the norm. It's boring, wholesome, honest, loving and sane. Who knew?