i found this google search connected with my blog this evening.
there’s two ways of looking at that..
1) the origin of the word,
2) the origin of the blog entry that used that word
i dont know about any other blog entry. but i know that i have got an entry that uses that word.
archive 2002
otherwise entitled criminetly
on my way home from some night grocery shopping, i looked at the rear-view mirror and noticed that a car was following me with its “christmas lights” on.
-were they maybe wanting me to pull over?.. why, what have i done, i haven’t run a stoplight or anything-
so i found a parking lot and pulled over. when they pulled in too, i knew.. yep. they wanted me.
so, one of them comes to the window and says, “could i see your driver’s license please, ma’am”
i got it out of my purse and handed it over to him.
the cop asked, “didn’t you know we were behind you?”
i thought but didn’t say –there wasn’t any reason for me to be on the look out for any police car wanting me to pull over–
he continued.. “didn’t you hear us?” (they had a siren going?)
“no, i had the radio on.. what’s the problem?.. why did you pull me over?”
“you’ve got a front light out.”
“oh, i didn’t know that..” looking out ahead of me, the lights looked fine. “it looked okay to me.”
he went and stood in front of the light and it was obvious that his pants were not lit up like they would be had a light been shining. busted. he walked back to me. “could i see your registration, ma’am”
i got that out of the glove compartment.
“where are you coming from?”
“i’ve just been grocery shopping and i’m on my way home.”
he was looking right at my driver’s license when he asked, “where do you live?”
i thought but didn’t say –its on the driver’s license, can’t you read?–
i told him the town i live in. looking right at my dl again, he asked “and what’s the street, ma’am?”
with the stacato questioning, my mind was starting to go blank. finally i said the house number.. then street “second.”
“are you sure, ma’am?”
why would he ask that? it was almost like he wanted me to get confused.. and in a situation like this.. is was easy to. with me anyway..
not because i was afraid of them.. i have a brother who was once a cop so it wasn’t that.
i don’t ordinarily sit around reciting street number and address just so i’d be ready for a ‘pop quiz’. memories of grade school and the pressure when being called upon to give the answer came to mind.. i suddenly was confused regarding the name of the street i live on.
“uh, third, er.. no wait.. its second street.”
the confusion was because i had previously lived on third street and oddly i remembered that one better.
“how’s that ma’am?” i hate it when they demand an answer before i’m settled about what i know.
i tried to explain. “we used to live on third and now we live on second.. the driver’s license is more accurate than i am i guess.” i guess i should have invited them to follow me home in their cop car just to show them that i knew the right road and house.
so then he walks away a minute.. then comes back. “would you get out of the car for a moment ma’am.”
how can any of this be necessary.. they were responsible for any confusion on my part.
maybe it was just that they needed to make a quota.. or maybe they wanted to catch someone suspicious acting so they manipulated things.. i don’t know.
i got out of the car.. another, now holding my dl asked, “how did you spell your middle name?
i spelled it quickly and without any hesitation.
i knew what they were doing. and before the first policeman could put his finger up in my face- to see if i could follow it with my eyes, i said.
“i am not drunk, i have not been drinking. ..i have a slight memory problem.”
“how’s that ma’am.. would you tell us about it?”
“my head was injured in ‘91.. i now have a indention in my skull and so i can’t always remember things.. (and you guy’s’ antics aren’t helping).. with my hand touching the indention i added. “its right here if you’d like to confirm that?”
i guess he didn’t want to feel the indention so in a patronizing way, he says-
“well, its better to be safe than sorry, isn’t it.”
what’s that supposed to mean? safe or sorry about what? then i realized.. ah ha!! they were caught harassing an innocent lady who’s only crime was.. having a busted front light. and radio turned on.
geez, did that warrant two cop cars and 6 guys surrounding me at the tacos parking lot?
so they wanted me to go through those little tests they do.. follow his finger as he moved it back and forth.. walk straight on some line.. all just to save their own face, so if he wanted to indulge himself then so be it.
i of course passed the test, and they said that i could return to my car.
then he returned to the original issue.
“be sure and remember to get the light fixed, ma’am.”
now that should have been the only thing that needed to be done.
i nodded and started my car up while they pulled away. they were so bent on finding some reason to run me in.. that they had used intimidation on me..
so the county is safe from head-dented women with the crime of busted front lights, and radio on for the evening.
