It was the middle of the night. A product that I was responsible for had just experienced a failure. It was on a drilling rig in the North Sea and "down time" was costing something like $100,000 per hour. I was trying to get to the office so I could figure out what we could do remotely to solve the problem.
I was in a bit of a hurry. I was also driving one of these:
(from Classic Cars for Sale in Minneapolis Minnesota)
Exactly one of those, in arrest-me-first red.
I just pull off the freeway and behind me there's this explosion of lights and sirens. I pull over, and get out of the car as I can't get to my wallet if I'm sitting down.
The officer walks up, looks at me (6'3", 300lb-ish at the time), looks at the car. Peers inside the car with his flashlight, looks at me again, and says "If you show me how you get in and out of that thing again, I'll let you go."
Um. OK. Sure.
He scratches his head, and says "have a nice night, and please slow down."
(wait, did he just call me fat? :-) )
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