My tame but annoying run-ins with the law have become frequent enough that they deserve mention, but eventually not their own post.
4am, Thursday morning, a knock on the window and I pull the shades aside to find my first (and probably the town’s only) female cop. I think when people knock they are expecting a dirty, middle aged man with a big beard and two teeth. They often look surprised to see a frazzled looking blond.
Copper: “What are you doing out here?”
Copper: “How long have you been living in your car?”
Me: “About a month”
Copper: “Can I see your license so I can run it for warrants?”
At this point I’m totally perturbed, rummaging around in the backpack for my wallet and trying not to glare. When she calls in my plate number I can hear the switchboard lady saying “I’ve already run that plate twice, she’s fine.”
Copper: “I haven’t had any complaints about you so I’ll let you sleep here the rest of the night, but technically camping on university grounds is illegal.”
Me: “um, before I got my permit I checked with the town police, parking services, and physical plant, just to make sure I wasn’t breaking any rules. None of them had any reason why I couldn’t stay here”
Copper: “Well, you have a permit, so that’s why I say ‘technically’”
I don’t think I hid my blank stare very well. Is that like saying “technically you’re not allowed to drive, but you have a license, so it’s ok”? Between the birds and my temper, it took me an hour to fall back to sleep.
The situation is annoying but I refuse to move, I’m not breaking any rules! There are a finite number of cops working in this town and maybe I just need to wait it out until I’ve met each of them at four in the morning. I feel like putting a sign on the back window saying “Here’s my license number, run it without waking me up. If you have to wake me up, bring coffee”