Car stops in street. Reverses 100 yards. Parks in middle of lane for 5 - 10 mins. I'm in full view of the squaddie doing my garbage thing, watering some dying plant or other, wondering what the emergency is. No movement from inside the car.
Then he gets out and approaches me. I'm thinking, "hope he's not lost...thats not a good sign", or "perhaps there's an APB out for the missing cat". Maybe I'm being too noisy moving my garbage cans.
Nope. This officer decides that the best way to build relationships in the community is to give me a ticket for my car not having a front number plate which he spotted in his rear view mirror while driving down our street, My car that is parked on the side of the road, mind you, by my house. Thats some sharp eyes. Apparently not sharp enough to spot me in the front yard however before he writes this ticket.
Here's a thought; how about winding down the window and letting me know thats even a law (it is, in case you wondered) and building some form of positive relationship with the community rather than automatically going the ticket route on a pretty minor issue.
"Thank you, sir"
"No, thank YOU officer!"
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