The next decade....what's in store?

Could it be Dr D's policeman?

So like I said in the last post, I dere driving merrily along the highway and ting. Next ting I see a short fat cop walk out on the dark road and stop me. Me ent worried, cause is a 110km zone and I was doing about 100.

Wrong.

"Good evening mam. Do you realize this is an 80kmh zone?"
"It is? I thought it was 110"

"So what you're saying is ignorance must excuse you?"
"Yes I know, ignorance is no excuse of the law, but I really didn't see any change of speed limit. I was even going 100 on the 100kmh stretch"

I take out my documents, I give to the man, who was very pleasant and well spoken. He looks down at the passenger seat and says "are you a journalist?".
"Why yes". Good thing I had left my tape recorder that I just finished using to record and interview with a young cricketer, on the seat.

"what media house are you with?"
"I write for a website called CaribbeanCRicket.com. have you ever heard of it?"
"No"
"So you're coming from Chedwin Park?"
"Yes"
"What's the score?"
"I'm not sure what the final score was, but you know Jamaica made 522 right and they bowled Barbados out for 214, so they were 308 runs ahead. Jamaica batted again and declared on 150 something for 8. Barbados lost 2 wickets this evening, not sure for how many runs"

I had the certificate of registration in my hand and told him I would take that back since I didn't suppose he needed it. He said he needed it to write the ticket. I gave it back to him and said ok.

The conversation turned back to the speed limit and me saying I really didn't see the changed sign, and he said he believed me. Therefore I got off with a(nother) warning.

I asked him if he goes on the internet. He said yes. I said make sure and go on the site. He asked if I had a card. I said no but I can write it on a piece of paper. (Gosh this sounds so much like Dr D's episode, only thing I didn't suggest that he shouldn't write the ticket....forgive me doc if that's not quite accurate and it late so mi naw bodda go look up fi yuh post).

Wrote the name of the website on a note paper, along with my name. Then he says "do you have a number so I can phone you and ask me something about cricket?"

Me: "You have internet so you can contact me through the site. Here's the email address".

Lawks, men. Any excuse eh? How oonu stay so? You think is every man I think look nice I tell so? Not at all. Why men stay so?

But anyway, I ent arguing with the nice policeman who let me avoid paying for a ticket. Bless.

Posted by yamfoot at March 7, 2005 01:49 AM