One time a long time ago I was executive director of a very large YWCA--olympic size pool, mammoth gym etc etc etc which was housed in a very large building. The city cops called me at 2 a.m. one morning when they found a door open & none of my executive staff were answering their phones. So I hurriedly threw on something and went down there, did a quick walk through of the building with the cops, and locked up. I was driving Hombre's new company car--wives were allowed to do that--and by that time I was wide awake so I went out on the interstate to cruise a bit, listen to the radio and chatter on the CB until I got sleepy.
The truckers began giving out smoky reports (meaning a state cop was patrolling out there) and I had just come to an exit so used it to turn around and head back toward town. A car immediately crossed the median and pulled in behind me and I knew it was the cop. I wasn't speeding so I didn't think much about it but he pulled up close to read my tag, backed off for a bit and then his lights came on so I pulled over.
This teeny bopper of a highway patrolman came to the window, asked for license & registration. I had my license but no registration. I explained it was my husband's company car. He asked me to get out of the car and said D L Peterson right? I named Hombre's company not realizing the new car was leased from D L Peterson. I explained who I was, what I was doing up late--the open door at the Y, city cops, etc. if he wanted to check. He said, 'well, ma'am you don't look like a car thief so I'll let you go. Have a good evening." He had stopped me because I turned around as soon as the smoky reports came on and the car was registered to a business.
I told this to one of our best friends who was an experienced highway patrolman and he was not happy at how the teeny bopper handled it. Later told me the guy had just completed training and it was his first time out by himself.
Like you said. Trainees.
