My wife was pregnant with our second child and wasn't feeling well. She asked me to go to the store and get her some Tylenol at about 10pm. On my way up I see a city car going the other way as I'm crossing a small bridge. I see him turn around and come barreling back toward me with his lights and siren.. There was no place to pull over to the right, but there was a park to the left.. I pulled into the parking lot and he pulls in behind me.
I noticed that two people got out and came to the car, one on either side. The one on the passenger side was in plan clothes.
Him: License and registration(this was before the insurance law)
I've got my interior lights on and both hands on the wheel to make him comfy.
Me: My wallet is in my right rear pocket.. I have a concealed weapon permit behind my license and my pistol is on my right hip. What would you like me to do?
He freeking flipped! He drew his weapon and kept it low ready...
Him: Get your effing hands up.. get 'em up! you'd better not so much as flinch.
He directed me out of the car face down while he disarmed and cuffed me. By this time I'm crapping Twinkies wondering what's going on.He picks me up and pushes me face first onto his hood while holding my head down and frisking me. His was grabbing and pulling pretty hard and he crunched one of my testicles( sorry).. I jumped pretty bad.. things blurred for a couple of seconds, he got me good, but then uncuffed me.
Him: Where's your wallet?
Me: My right back pocket...everything's in there... what's going on?
Him: Whatdya carrying a gun for, you bangin'?
Me: I'm going to the store to get my pregnant wife some Tylenol, she's not feeling well... what's going on?
He grabs my wallet, takes out my DL and registration, but doesn't see my concealed weapon permit.
Him: Where's your permit? I don't see it.. you don't have one do you, punk?
He starts dropping the contents of my wallet on the ground in front of him.
I told him if he handed me the wallet I would find it for him.. so, he throws it at my chest! I wasn't ready for it and it fell in front of me.
Him: Pick it up..
I picked up the wallet and I didn't realize it until that point but I was shaking like crazy and I could not master my fine motor skills.. my fingers kept slipping off the permit I was trying to pull out.
He's badgering me the whole time:
What's the matter, buddy? let me guess.. you must have left it at home.. right?
Did you dog eat it? You're going to jail..We don't let thugs run our streets.
He looks at the other guy standing on the curb and they both chuckle. I got my permit out and handed it to him...
Him: Don't move!
He looks at the other guy, nods and goes around the door of his car to the radio. I asked the other guy if I could sit on the edge of the curb in front of the car.. he said he didn't care. I sat there for what seemed like 1/2 hour. The officer comes back with all of my paperwork and hands it to me. His demeanor was completely
Him: Thank you for being cooperative, sir.. Here's your gun, do me a favor and don't load that thing until you see us drive off, please.
He hands me my pistol and magazine with a loose cartridge.
I was dumbfounded.. He was Jekyll and hyde.
Me: Do you mind telling me why you pulled me over in the first place?
Him: yeah, you have blue headlights, but I'm not going to write you for them.
Me: What?!?? Blue headlights?
Him: Turn 'em on, I'll show you...
All three of us walk to the front of the car.. they both stare for a second.
Him: Well, I know I saw blue somewhere.. It must be your fog lamps.
Me: My fog lamps are yellow...
Him: I'm not going to site you for them.. have a nice night.
I went back and picked up all of the junk that was in my wallet and drove straight home.. wife never did get her Tylenol and actually gave me a bit of lip for being gone so long.
Tune in next time folks for the story of Barry being proned out on the sidewalk in front of my daughters private school at 8:15am with half the parents watching!