Another Fantasy Blown

For many years now, I have wished that I could have the intimidating power of a cop. (But, really, who hasn't at least once or twice had this fantasy?)

I like to imagine me swaggering up to a vehicle I've just chased down, my dark sunglasses on, my trusty gun holstered at my hip . . . and say something like "Son, do you know how many lives you just risked?" Of course, it wouldn't matter the gender of the offender . . . I'd still say "son" with that deep, condescending voice cops perfect.

Then, I imagine the little punk sweating, and stammering out some lame excuse while I just coolly write the ticket, and whip it off the pad and swagger back to my car to watch the little whiner cry.

Well, some cop in New Orleans has abused the whole cop power thing . . . as you can read about here . . . and now I'm thinking that I'd probably be too much of a dork to pull off the intimidation thing. Sigh. Truth be told, I'd probably look more like this . . .