“What the hell is this car doing?” I thought out loud. There was a blue ford focus covered in mud pulled off to the side of the dirt road. It was running and I couldn’t quite make out how many people were in it or what they were doing so I decided to drive in for a closer look.
As I got closer I saw a kid, probably early twenties, sitting in the driver seat. I figured it was just some kids smoking weed or a guy with his girlfriend. I hated being the bad guy when it was something harmless, especially when I remember being that age, but I had to do my job whether I liked it or not.
I grabbed my walkie talkie and alerted the station, “I have a blue focus parked on a side street, about to check it out, I’ll let you know what the deal is in a few minutes.”
I flipped my lights on and pulled in behind the parked car. I took a few deep breaths in preparation for my “hard ass cop” speech that I always strived for.
The window unrolled revealing a surprisingly calm young man. “What are you doing pulled over like this?” I questioned, “and with your lights off? You could have been hit.”
“I’m sorry sir, I just pulled off to text my mom to let her know that I would be home a little late,” the kid explained.
“Have you been drinking at all tonight,” I asked.
“Not a sip,” he quickly answered.
“Why do you have two phones sitting on your passenger seat?” I was curious.
“My younger brother left his in here earlier, the other is mine,” he claimed.
I walked to the other side of the car to look around. Something seemed off, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. I decided to run his plate and go from there.
After going through the standard motions in my vehicle, I discovered a spotless record. I was glad to find this out. He seemed like a responsible kid and answered all of my questions without hesitation. I approached the car for the second time and the boy was still sitting innocently with the window open. “You’re all set, son,” I announced, “get home safe now.”
As he pulled away I got back in my car. I phoned the station over the walkie talkie again, “No problems here. He was a good kid and I let him go.”