Just Another Monday Morning

I just got an interesting phone call from Brian. Apparently he had quite the morning - an experience that only he, because of his luck, would have. He was driving down the road this morning, when he looked in the rear-view mirror and saw a police officer behind him. No big deal, he was going the speed limit. But, since he was being "watched" (I hate that feeling), he was extra cautious as they went through a construction zone.

When he came to a stop light, Brian looked to see if he was still being followed. Yep, still there. The light turned green, Brian crossed the intersection, and that is when the situation took an ugly turn. Suddenly the officer hits the lights and siren. Brian pulled over quite confused.

An officer approached and went through the routine - license and registration please. Then he asked Brian to turn off the car and hand over the keys. Okay, that's new. Meanwhile, another cop car pulls up. After waiting and wondering for several minutes, the officer along with his "back-up" ask Brian to step out of the vehicle. He then was told to put his hands on his head and "spread em". And then, and here's the kicker, he was cuffed!

Brian: Um, can I ask what is going on here?
Officer: You are under arrest for possession of a stolen vehicle.

Now, if you know what Brian drives, then you will now be rolling on the floor laughing like I was. Brian drives "Old Blue", a 1995 dodge neon that I bought after I graduated from high school. I have wanted to get rid of the car for years, but Brian being the responsible one that he is, has insisted that he will drive it till it dies.

Brian: There has got to be some mistake, I have owned this car for 11 years.
Officer: That's what they all say. Why don't you have a seat on the curb.

So Brian sits himself on the curb, wondering how he is going to convince the officer that he is in fact the rightful owner of the car. I mean, if Brian was going to steal a car, you'd think he would have picked out something a little nicer. Ironically, do you know how many times I have wished that the car would be stolen, just so we don't have to wait for it to die?

While Brian is waiting and praying that nobody he knows sees him, two more cop cars show up. That makes four! So at this point, seated on curb with his hands cuffed behind his back, Brian is sure that everyone passing by (this happened right off of State Street) is privately praising the officers for nabbing another sleazy drug dealer.

One of the additional cop cars to arrive on the scene was from another city - the city where the "stolen car" was from. Just as two officers were about to put Brian in the back of the cop car to take him to the police station, the cop from the other city intervened. Upon further investigation, it was discovered that "Old Blue's" plates and the stolen plates were off by one letter. Oops.

So, after being uncuffed and profusely apologized to, Brian was once again a free man.

Officer: You are the first guy that I have ever pulled over for having a stolen vehicle to be genuinely confused.

Well duh.