Rebellious mouth meets the local constabulary


For many years I was blessed with the opportunity to run the river, both through Cataract Canyon on the Colorado River as well as the run on the Salmon River. After returning home from one of these runs It was determined that I should go and get the front window of our van replaced. I took the van from our home in Orem to a repair shop in American Fork. I was still wearing my river running shirt and Levis and I’m sure I looked pretty rough, unshaven and unwashed from the trip.
I got there and was told it would take about an hour or so to fix, so I left the keys and headed across and down the street a little to McDonald's to eat breakfast. After I had eaten, I filled my soda cup up and started walking around the neighborhood. I walked down one side of the street crossed the road and walked back up the other side. I walked right past the automotive shop my son would run many years later and back across State street to the shop putting in a new windshield. They were still working on the car so I walked around back where they had a small parking area and sat down on the curb to wait, drink my coke and relax in the shade until the job was done.
I had just sat down when an American Fork police car pulled around and whipped to a stop a couple of feet from my feet. The officer got out and was very loud and somewhat offensive in his manner. He said “WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK HERE?” I said I was sitting on the curb in the shade drinking my coke. He then said I want to see some identification. He had irritated me because of his attitude and so I got my attitude going. I pulled from my wallet my library card and handed it to him. He looked at it and said “This is not good.” I kind of felt that it was still good, but possibly not for this situation. He said, “I need to see your identification with your picture.”
 I said ok and handed him my boatman’s license. He said that it was no good. I said that it had my picture and was a license issued by the Coast Guard for use in Utah, Arizona, Idaho, Nevada, and any other state that U. S. rivers ran through. He then asked if to see my driver’s license. I was still irritated at him and so I asked if he had pulled me over or if there was a question of a citation for driving, and if not, was I required to show it to him.
He asked if the owners know I was out behind their business. I told him I did not know. He told me to stay right there, he was going in to talk to the owner. I said I hadn’t planned to move and was intent to stay there under the tree in the cool and drink my coke. He went inside to see the owner and ask about me. The owner poked his head out the door and looked at me and told the officer that he was working on my car. The officer came back over and said why didn’t you tell me your car was being worked on. I said you didn’t ask. I said I answered all of your questions that you asked. I would had told you more but you were be curt and rude to me so I only told you what you asked for.
At that point he got in his car backed out and left.
P.S. He left a little rubber on the road as he left. THE END

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