Only MY daughter!

My daughter failed to completely stop at the end of our street a few days ago. To her misfortune, a policeman had been keeping an eye on that intersection. She hadn't gone too far before the flashing lights and siren caught up with her in the rearview mirror. She found a widened area and pulled over, dug into her glove box for her registration and then her wallet for her license.

She sat attentive as the officer scolded her for the slow-n-go. Yes, she had neglected to come to a full and complete stop. Guilty as charged. No biggie. He stood akimbo with arms crossed at the chest and informed her that they were being recorded. Again, no biggie. The rolling camera is as much for her protection as his. Duh!

Next he asked her to put up and then down her driver's side window. She did. This is the point when he got (what she referred to as .....) pissy. He said her windows were tinted illegally dark; however, he did not get out his fancy widdle gun to test them. He warned her that he would be watching for her and that the next time he saw her she'd better have her windows corrected or he would give her a citation. His mistake was in using the term "Missy" to address her. "Missy" in her book is as condescending as "Ma'am" or "Dearie" are in mine. What can I say? Some labels just grate on one's nerves.

She received a verbal warning but she was very concerned about his threat regarding an impending ticket for her windows. Since the windows were already tinted when she bought the car and it has passed in several State inspections, one would think they are just fine and he was being a ............. jerk.

Ding-ding! The light bulb went on and she remembered an acquaintance of ours, Officer B., who just happens to be a State Cop. Who better to ask for clarification and validation? She went to his home and asked him to check her windows. He didn't have the testing equipment there but said he felt her windows were in compliance with State regulations.

She went on to mention the attitude she'd experienced from the patrolman and how she resented being addressed as Missy. Office B. said he'd have "a talk" with that certain rookie and asked if she was interested in filing a formal complaint. She was a little ticked and told him 'yes'. So.... he said he'd be in touch to help her file the necessary paperwork.
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Time passes and tempers cool.
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When he called in follow-up a day later she told him she'd told him she has reconsidered. He still promised to have a talk with the rookie and she's satisfied.

Whew!