My useful contribution to this thread is to relate a similar story. A few years back, my little sister wanted to buy a car, and could afford it, but couldn't get the credit, so I bought it in my name and she made the payments. This meant that the insurance and registration had to be in my name as well.
One day a cop called me on my cell phone (I have no idea how the cops knew my cell phone number) while I was driving around running errands. The conversation was pretty weird.
ring ring
Hello?
Are you 4x4?
Yes. Who is this?
Constable such and such. Are you driving right now?
Yes.
Where are you?
14th street and heritage. Why?
Were you just in the southcenter area?
Yes. Why?
Can you please pull over and wait for an officer to arrive?
Ummm... Why?
Mr. 4x4, we have received three complaints about your erratic driving and if you don't pull over right now, you will be charged with some such crime that will be really bad and scary.
What the hell are you talking about? I've got my dog in the truck with me. I always drive slow when she's in the truck. I'm driving normally.
Sir, what is your license plate number?
XXX-XXX
Oh. Are you the owner of a 2000 Cavalier?
Um, yeah. But that's my sister's car. I bought it for her.
Oh, well aren't you generous. What is her phone number please?
Listen, guy. First of all, I didn't pay for it, she pays for it. I did her a favour with my credit. Secondly, no, I'm not giving you my sister's phone number. Trust me, she's got much bigger problems now that I know about this. You can rest assured that she wont be driving erratically any more.
Sir, You should give me her phone number.
Um. No. And I think I'll be getting myself a new phone number. Have a nice day.
click.
Weird, eh? And yeah, my first inclination was that it was a prank, but he knew too much stuff and I could hear other cops in the background during his thoughtful pauses.
I spend the next few months afraid to go even one click over the limit in fear that if I did get pulled over, I'd be in their computer database as a lippy a-hole and that I'd start getting tickets for 'one taillight being slightly smaller than the other'.
And yeah, I went nuts on my sister. I can't remember why she was driving like a maniac that day, but it was a pretty stupid reason like being excited to get home with some new dress she bought. Yeah.
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