I met my first one years ago. I was traveling in bound on the S. Pasadena Freeway in Los Angeles. As I passed the interchange I was stopped by a motorcyle cop who said he had been following me in bound on the Hollywood Freeway. Why he waited till I was almost at the 6th St exit on the S. bound Harbor Freway is still a mystery to me to this day.
I told him it couldn’t be me I wasn’t even on the Hollywood Freeway. He ran a check and found a ten dollar parking ticket. I was arrested and taken to jail. They got qoutas you know so they write as many tickets as possible. I only had seven dollars in my pocket and had to wait for a friend to come bail me out.
My next encounter was in Hollywood, Calif. I homeless and living in a car. I had stopped to talk to someone on Hollywood Blvd. and had parked in a red zone because I was only going to be there a minute.
I saw two foot patrol officers walking down the street towards me. I didn’t want a ticket so I jumped into my car. Before I could pull away from the curb they flashed a light at me. While they ran a check on me I sat in the car.
I had just had some transmission work done. The mechanic did not re-connect the parking brake. To keep the car from rolling backwards I had my foot on the brake. It faded a little and the car rolled backwards.
The officer came and asked me what was wrong. I explained the situation. They had me get out of the car and called for a tow truck. I was homeless. Everything I owned was in the car. I would now be on the streets with absolutely nothing. It was a female and a male cop. They laffed. They thought it was funny to put me on the streets. Let there be a curse on them.
You know how to identify in-adequate human failures. There the ones with the guns an badges on.