Now I don’t normally complain about anyone in emergency services. I have a lot of respect for the positions, but last night a state trooper just had to flex is little muscles.

I was riding passenger yesterday in a friend’s car. When he pulled out onto the main road, (maybe a little fast) he was behind a State Trooper. After pulling onto the main road we were doing the speed limit, not tailgating, and from my view not doing anything out of the ordinary. We saw the Trooper pull into a store and pull right back out, we knew we were being pulled over. Not sure for what yet though. Trooper approaches and greets us with the friendly yet stern manner. When the driver asked what he was doing, the Trooper just paused and blankly looked at him. (Now in my opinion he was searching through his mind to think of a reason. Now this really aggravates me!! If you’re pulling me over you best have a reason. ) The Trooper after a long pause finally says, “I pulled you over for impeded operation”. He points to the satellite radio that is window mounted and the college parking passes that are hanging from the rear view mirror. Now my friend was in a bit of a rush and didn’t want to argue. But are you really serious!! It took a lot for me not to be like REALLY?? With all the crime and shitbags in the area, do you really need to point out that I have a little satellite radio, low mounted and in the middle of my windshield. Besides that, are you telling me you could actually see that from almost 50FT away, while driving?? Or did you have to pull that rabbit out of your hat?  Yes he is correct; the laws in this state do say you cannot have anything that could block your view from the windshield. But WOW so the drug dealers, gun runners, and child rapists have a small reprieve since we had school parking passes and a windshield mounted satellite radio.  I think this Trooper accidently ordered a large cup of STUPID instead of his, iced latte with whip cream today.  Talk about needing to flex your muscles and feel important. Maybe he was bored and just wanted to see if we had a dead body in the back seat. Who knows?? Either way Mr. Muscle Flexer let us off with a verbal warning, and we were back on our law breaking merry way.