I had a cop draw down on me once. It was a strange situation n a strange day. I had been in Canandaigua attending, of all things, a rally for George The Moron Busch. He was selling his Medicare Part D gift to the Big Pharma and since I was for better or worse the political officer for my company, I had gotten an invitation from the local GOOP mob. How could I refuse?
So after the rally I stopped by my house, which is on the way back to the office, and had lunch. Our road runs directly under Interstate 90 which is the route Busch would be taking to the airport. So I am driving back to the office, and I notice a cop car stopped about 20 yards on the other side of the I-90 overpass blocking the road. He has his flashers on. I slow down and stop between the overpass and the cop car.
Next thing I know the cop has jumped out of his car and is pointing his gun at me and shouting. I distinctly remember shouting back, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" a statement which, had I not been surrounded by my puffy cloud of white privilege, would have gotten me killed. But he just shouted a lot more, still pointing his gun.
Eventually I got the idea that Busch was coming this way and this cop was assigned to keep terrorists from blowing up the overpass. There should have been two cops, one on each side, or he should have parked his car on one side and stood on the other, but there apparently had not been a lot of advance planning about this. Which I said, "how the hell was I supposed to know that?" and he said well his car was there, and I said, but it wasn't on the other side of the overpass and how the hell was I supposed to know what he was doing? Anyway he didn't kill me and put his gun away but he glowered a lot and let me pass.
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