Because I like to be consistent, I was late leaving for work again today. I live about two houses down from a pretty busy street called Brooke. I say that because I typically wait until I get to the stop sign to put on my seat belt. I figure the odds of me having a fatal car crash in the twenty feet leading up to it are pretty slim. It wasn't until today that that logic was undermined. I didn't have a car wreck, but as I pulled up to the stop sign I didn't have my seat belt on either. Normally this would be ok, but things aren't normal when a motorcycle cop drives by and stares at your non protected chest.
I thought I was safe at this point. No I didn't. He slowed down and pulled into an adjacent parking lot. He then turned around and was waiting for me to pull out, while staring right at my car the entire time.
I wrote a blog a while back about an irrational fear that I have about running from the cops. Luckily, this temptation didn't cross my mind. I waited for a few minutes to turn, but as soon as I did I found the lights in my rear view window. I wasn't really nervous though. I figured that unless he was a jerk I could explain to him that I had just left the house and that I was about to put my seat belt on. He came up to the window and asked for my license and registration. 10 minutes later he came back and asked for my social security number which I thought was weird. He also asked for my weight. He then went back to his motorcycle for another five minutes, came back, and asked me if I had ever been to New York City. I thought he was leading me into a joke or just making small talk. "No, but I would like to go someday." He then asked me how long I have lived in Wichita Falls. I told him I have lived here my whole life. "Do you have any tattoos," he asked. "Uh no." He told me that the reason he was asking me was because a Henry Justin Ozuna has a warrant out in New York City for dangerous drugs. I asked the officer how old this guy was and he said that he has the same birthdate as I do. I thought this was hilarious and had a hard time keeping my laughter in. If I would have been taken to jail then I would have at least had an excuse to miss work. Not only that, it would have been a great story!
My full name is Justin Henry Ozuna. I don't have any tattoos and I haven't been to New York City. I wouldn't know what to do with dangerous drugs and have no idea where to get them. I don't even know which drugs are considered dangerous.
Luckily, he believed me because this guy had a different social security number than I do. But the better news was that I ended up with a warning instead of a ticket. In fact, I didn't even get anything. He just let me go. But the best part of the whole deal was that I had an excuse to be late to work. Maybe waiting until I get to the stop sign to put my seat belt on isn't such a bad idea after all.
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