Red and Blue flashing in his rear view mirror. He steps out of his car and goes to talk to they young Indian male behind the wheel. Thinking he is cocky the officer asked the young man a few questions. Among license and insurance verification, he asked if there were any severed human body parts in his trunk. Then gave him a warning ticket for speeding.
As my son Josh explained the situation to me, I was shocked and horrified that such a question would ever be spoken by a peace officer without explanation. With my son and a male friend in tow, I visited the police department. I inquired as to who the officer was and requested to speak to him. The officer behind the glass just looked at me and refused to give me any information. I asked him if that was normal business to question a young man in such a way just because the officer felt like it.
Josh is a massive young man, six foot tall and carries a wide Irish-Indian frame, sometimes he can’t walk thru doors without turning sideways. Being his mother is a challenge when you are almost five feet tall. Sometimes he gets his way but would never hurt my feelings. He and I share a great relationship as mother and son.
My son decided he had heard enough and said, “Come on mom, don’t cause any trouble.” I looked at him and said, “Son the officer started it when he asked you that stupid question!” He looked down at me and said, “We’re leaving and reached down and picked me up like I was a small child and walked right out the door. I saw the look on the officer’s face and he seemed quite amused. As my son carried me out on his shoulder and I am screaming at him to put me down. He just ignored me and kept on going till he got me to the truck. and put me down and said; “Mom get your ass in the truck or I will put you in there myself.” I was never so mad in all my life but I must admit I was not fighting my kid.
However, it is really funny as I look back at the situation. He kept me from saying something I really didn’t need to say. I guess there are no better stories than the true ones. Did I ever tell you how much I love my children?
By Gayle Butler