You're on the Bottom of the Food Chain for a Reason...

I was sliding around town, the weather kept MOST of the idiots in... except this one. His license plate was no where to be seen, which is no big deal for the shitbox communities around us, but my stats were pretty stagnant so I thought "what the heck?"

On the traffic stop I discovered that he had a dealership 'drive-away' tag... FROM MARCH OF '09!!! As this was January of '10, I used all my training to determine that the plate was slightly beyond the thirty day transfer time.

Then he mentioned that his drivers license 'shouldn't' be suspended anymore...

Then he couldn't produce proof of insurance... oh he HAD it but couldn't afford to renew it... (In case you can't keep up, that means that he doesn't actually HAVE insurance)

He began the long diatride... He had no money to pay for plates or insurance because he was out of work - which wasn't HIS fault - because the bastards that he worked for shouldn't have had given him two random drug tests in the same month (WHA?????). He was getting evicted because the bastards in the section 8 housing authority had dropped him for violating his housing agreement (the marijuana they found during the raid wasn't even felony weight - another WHA????) His baby mama was going home to live with her parents and he wasn't welcomed. He couldn't even afford the $50 every two weeks that the buy here/pay here auto dealership was trying to soak him for. His drivers license was suspended because the idiots at the DMV had messed up his paperwork... (OK, I could halfway believe that one)... and the ONLY reason he drove tonight was for an EMERGENCY... his baby mama needed him to stop at the store and get some milk for the kids in the morning.

I went back to my car and checked his license on the computer... wouldn't want to wake up dispatch you know... then returned to tell Mr. Victim the good news...

First of all, the eviction situation was solved since the warrant for his NINE previous driving while suspended convictions would keep him inside county for the next six months... next, the buy here/pay hear auto place had a civil lien against the car so I could contact them directly and save him any impound fees or future burdens of making payments... and finally, Baby Mama could return the FIVE CARTONS of cigarettes and TWO cases of cold beer that were in the backseat (with the receipt from 15 mins ago taped to them) and have some funds to support the next generation fuck-up...

Ya'know... I think that problem solving is my favorite part of this job!