'Cept you can't get on the bus....Brian D. wrote:If nothing else, maybe I should track down that teenager from the bus, and get her to sign an sworn statement attesting that my method of carry is indeed VERY 'plain sight'.
Maybe they're making a list and checking it twice....Obviously, nothing came of this situation; I'm not that hard to find if the police wanted to follw up on that phone call..
(Just tell 'em to talk to my agent - "Petrof"....)
I wonder how things would go if you called the PD and told them that you were the guy the frightened teener was calling about? She probably had difficulty getting your license number....
Every once in a while I get to confuse the local PD guys.... The kid used to attend football games on Friday nights and then walk to the McD's with her girlfiends (that's not a typo) where I'd pick her and one or more of them up for a ride home.
She didn't want to be seen in my ancient Town Car, so I had to wait about a block away and they'd walk over.... (The car was 11 years old when I traded it in, and a strange "Sheriff's Brown" color that my wife both picked out and couldn't stand.... Perversely, I liked it....) I had a scanner in the car. As I was waiting one night, the PD was called to "investigate" the crowd at the Mc'D's, and one of their guys stopped to talk to a knot of them that my daughter was in. (I couldn't see them, but I'd seen her in that area.)
At about that time another PD guy pulled up beside me with a "can I help you?" (Sensible - not that I didn't belong there, but I'd have asked me . )
I told him that "I was waiting on one of the kids Sgt. Hughes is talking to." Got one of those " " looks - "that's what that extra antenna's for!"....
(By then, about everybody on the local PD vaguely knew my car - I used to handle all the late-night alarm drops at the former day job.)
Regards,