Immediately upon hearing 'All yours Jaydon'. My heart starts to race. This is it, the first contact.
'Yes, sir. No problem.' I reply as I get out of the car.
I close the door behind me an walk up to the end of the hood of our squad car and cross over to the drivers side. As I approach I'm watching the driver and taking note of anyone else that may be in the car throguh the back window. Nothing seems unusual. Single driver, female, and I can see her awkwardly trying to hide her phone. The vehicle itself is a red Toyota Carola, relatively new, in pretty prestine condition.
My heart is pounding.
Okay Jaydon. Just like in patrol school, just like all those simulations. You can do this.
As I near the front window I take a deep breath and calm myself. I approach the window, and as if on cue, it starts to lower. I look at the driver, she makes eye contact with me. I wouldn't have thought it possible until I saw it for myself, but she looked more nervous than I did.
'Good morning ma'am.' I greet her professionally.
'Good morning officer...is...is...there a problem?' she says nervously.
'Yes, I...uh...saw you talking on your cell phone back there at the light...and you can't be doing that. It's real dangerous.' I say calmly.
'I....I....don't know what you're talking about. I wasn't talking on the phone.' she replies nervously.
'Yes you were ma'am. I distinctly saw you shouting loudly on it while waiting at the red light.' I reply.
She looks surprised, as if her simple denial of the incident should have been enough.
'Can I please see you Driver's license, registration, and proof of insurance please?' I say almost robotically.
'Officer, look I...I can't afford another ticket....' she says trying to reason with me.
I interrupt her: 'what other tickets have you gotten?'
'I got a speeding ticket last week, going 44 in a 30 zone WHICH WASN'T EVEN MARKED.' she's starting to get a little bit agitated.
'Look ma'am, I just need your license, registration, and proof of insurance, please. If you have a problem, and want to fight it, you are more than welcome to fight it in court, but right now I need your information.
'...but I didn't do anything.' She insists.
'Look ma'am, the sooner I get your information, the sooner we can all be on our way. If you want you can fight the charge, but for now, I've got a job to do and I need that information.'
'Fuck..fine.' she says frustrated. She reaches over into her glove box and pulls out a whole wad of papers. She digs through them and pulls out an insurance card and a wrinkled registration paper. She hands them to me angrily.
'There!' she barks as she hands me the papers.
'Your driver's license, ma'am?' I say calmly. As she reaches into her purse and pulls out her wallet, I take a peak at the registration and insurance card. Both appear valid and unexpired. She hands me her ID.
The ID matches the insurance card and registration. I hand her the insurance card back.
'Ok ma'am, just hold tight, I'll be back in a moment.' I say to her as I turn and walk back to the car. 'Yea...whatever.' she mutters.
I walk over back to the passenger side of the patrol car and open the door.
I think to myself: Okay. I need to check her for warrants, check the plate, and write this ticket.
'I look over at Caldwell. Did you check the plate already or do I need to do that?' I ask him.