This is the all-too-common thing about cops that I can’t stand.
I went into work today, and I thought I was being diligent, working on a Saturday and all. I cranked out an enormous pile of work, then walked up to the mailbox to get it in before noon. While I was standing there on the sidewalk, minding my own business and dropping my load of letters in, a cop turned down the street and pulled up right next to me. He just stared at me with this hard-nosed, intimidating look while I double-checked that all the letters were stamped and dropped them in. Maybe some people would have made a move to talk to him or acknowledge his presence, but I had no obligation to break the ice, so I just continued about my business and started to walk back to my building.
It’s a ways from the mailbox to the building. He started creeping behind me and following me. The roads are snow-packed, so his tires were making this annoying crunching sound. What the fuck? In a rare gesture of upstanding behavior, I can say that I was doing nothing wrong. Either talk to me or don’t, but for heaven’s sake, don’t jar my brain with crunching snow on a Saturday morning.
When I got to back the parking lot, he turned in. He crept behind me until I was in the door. I stood inside a minute and watched him, thankful that the door requires a code to get in. He pulled up behind my car, ran my plates, then drove back to where the parking lot meets the street. When I stopped watching him, he was still just sitting there, waiting. My car is the only one in the lot, and I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m working. So why doesn’t he go find something better to do?
I’m sure you’ll all be relieved to know that your tax dollars (if you pay any) are going to such lackadaisical crime fighting. Keep up the good work, Lakewood PD.