Yep. Thats right. I got frisked by a cop. I was driving to Kirksville from St. Louis and I passed this cop because he was going 55 in a 65. I was right to do that. Anyway after I passed him, he followed me for awhile speeding up. Then he flashed on his lights. The van and I both pulled over thinking that he was going to speed ahead of us for some reason. Then he stopped behind me and the van pulled away. I thought that this was odd. The cop came up behind me and asked to see my liscense and registration (the usual as I've been through this before). Then he asked if I had any weapons in my car. "No. I don't believe so." "Its just a routine question." This I was sure was not a routine question because I had never been asked this before. Then he told me that I was pulled over for following the car in front of me too close. Bullshit! That is what that is.
He asked me to come back to his car to fill out some information. Also not something that I particularly wanted to do. When I stepped out of my car, he asked if I had any weapons on me and if he could check. This disturbed me but I put my hands in the air anyway. "You don't have to put your hands up, sir." So I put my hands down and then put them on my car and kinda spread-eagled. "Why don't you come over off the road." So I followed him to the shoulder more where he started feeling my pockets. "Chapstick?" "Yes." "Cell phone?" "Yes." Damn he was a good guesser. I'm guessing that he has done this many times.
So after the frisking, we get into his car where he makes small talk and I wonder if he is actually going to write me a ticket for following too close. I make up some lies and basically summarize my entire life to him in thirty seconds from nervous anxiety. Then he lets me go back to my car where I had left my window down and my door locked. I must have looked really stupid doing that.
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