(Continued from blog above)
All this is going through my mind and finally, I put my car in park and briskly walk up to their car and tap on the driver's window with my knuckles. I see a fairly attractive dark haired, perhaps 35ish Spanish woman, is the driver and probably her teenage son of about 15 years, is the passenger. The woman jumps, as I knock on the window. I guess she did not see me get out of my car and walk up to her car from behind.
So, she proceeds to bring her window down just a couple of inches and says, "What you want, meester ?"
My retort, "license and registration ma'am".
She looks me up and down. Remember I am in tennis wear and my mirrored aviator style sunglasses.
So, I say, "I'm off duty ma'am. License and registration please."
She says, "What, I didn't do anything wrong officer !"
I say, "well, actually you have a cracked windshield. So, failure to make repairs is a cause for a summons, as is the fact that both you and your passenger do not have your seat belts on.
However, the real reason I stopped you, is because of the littering."
"I did not leeeter !"
"No, ma'am, but your passenger did and as the driver, you are responsible for the illegal activities of your passengers."
At this point, she yelled something to the boy in what, I'm pretty sure was Spanish.
"So, ma'am, so far we are up to three summons and failure to present vehicle documentation is another summons".
"I sorry officer ! I just tell him he was wrong to leetter."
"He should know that already ma'am. However, I'm going to give you one chance and one chance only.
You have that boy run back and pick up his litter and I'll forget the summons. However, I am going to inform my superior of your plate number and if this happens again, you are getting four tickets instead of one."
"I sorry. I sorry." Again she turns to the boy and says something in Spanish and he opens the door and runs back to get the paper cup & lid & cover.
He comes back to the car.
I say, "What about the bag too".
She instructs him to get the bag (I guess) as he then runs back and gets the bag and again comes back to the car.
I say, "you both put your seat belts on and have a good day."
As I'm jogging back to my car, because the light has now turned green, I look up and the guy behind my car in a red pick-up
gives me one of these;
