The Unthinking Soldier...i.e. The Traffic Cop
Living in downtown Indy has its perks...And when I think of one, I'll let everyone know about it. In any case, after a long hard day at work, like today, nothing could be better than driving all the way home, parking on the 2nd floor of the garage next to the elevator, crossing the street to my apartment building, kicking off my shoes, and relaxing. For me, there is no such luck.
As Richel once pointed out, nothing ever comes easy for me. I had to claw and scratch my way from one stage of my life to another. Confronting life's challenges and overcoming them is all part of life; there's no avoiding that. But when I have to claw and scratch just to get home on a Friday night, that's when it gets to be a bit too much.
Every few days, the Conseco Field House is jammed packed with Pacers fans from the wood-work. And for some God-forsaken reason the police block off the streets around the Conseco Field House before, during, and after the game when all the fans are crossing the street to and from the buidling. The problem is I live across the street from the stadium and I can't drive home with the streets blocked off. So every time this happens I always have to drive up to the blockade and argue with the cop about letting me through.
The first time it happened, Richel and I were on our way back from the pizza place. I slowly crawled up to the police blockade and this young cop looked at me like I was an idiot and kept pointing to the right, indicating that I should turn that way. I rolled down the window and told the cop,
"I live in that building," as I pointed to the Harness Factory Lofts.
"What building?" asked the budding Einstein law enforcer. He didn't even turn his head to look in the direction I was pointing. Then another voice chimed in. It was an older, more experienced-sounding voice with authority.
"Let him through!" the voiced called demandingly. The young cop backed away and waved me through with his vacant expression.
Chance would have it that I run in to the very same brainiac cop, again. Same deal. He kept directing me to turn away as I slowly crept up to the blockade. Once more, I opened the window and told him that I lived just down the street from the blockade. For some reason it took several repetitions for this to finally sink in and the guy finally let me through. I guess I should be thankful I didn't have to repeat myself 5 times instead of 4.
As Richel once pointed out, nothing ever comes easy for me. I had to claw and scratch my way from one stage of my life to another. Confronting life's challenges and overcoming them is all part of life; there's no avoiding that. But when I have to claw and scratch just to get home on a Friday night, that's when it gets to be a bit too much.
Every few days, the Conseco Field House is jammed packed with Pacers fans from the wood-work. And for some God-forsaken reason the police block off the streets around the Conseco Field House before, during, and after the game when all the fans are crossing the street to and from the buidling. The problem is I live across the street from the stadium and I can't drive home with the streets blocked off. So every time this happens I always have to drive up to the blockade and argue with the cop about letting me through.
The first time it happened, Richel and I were on our way back from the pizza place. I slowly crawled up to the police blockade and this young cop looked at me like I was an idiot and kept pointing to the right, indicating that I should turn that way. I rolled down the window and told the cop,
"I live in that building," as I pointed to the Harness Factory Lofts.
"What building?" asked the budding Einstein law enforcer. He didn't even turn his head to look in the direction I was pointing. Then another voice chimed in. It was an older, more experienced-sounding voice with authority.
"Let him through!" the voiced called demandingly. The young cop backed away and waved me through with his vacant expression.
Chance would have it that I run in to the very same brainiac cop, again. Same deal. He kept directing me to turn away as I slowly crept up to the blockade. Once more, I opened the window and told him that I lived just down the street from the blockade. For some reason it took several repetitions for this to finally sink in and the guy finally let me through. I guess I should be thankful I didn't have to repeat myself 5 times instead of 4.
posted by V-Hume at 9:02 PM
2 Comments:
You'd have to think this guy is a total moron because how many Asians live in downtown Indy. You'd think he'd recognize your face, something cops are supposed to be good at.
Don't we pay them to do this?
Okay, that's not Wei. I'd say that's Goh. And I totally agree.
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