My relationship with the police

I did some stair training today; seven sets of the stairs behind the Hotel Macdonald into the river valley. Afterwards, to get back home, I ran up Scona hill.
The police were out and had set up a speed trap at the Pioneer’s cabin. Of course I had to ask “How fast am I going?” as I ran in front of them.
“Funny guy, eh” was what the cop said to me. He did not sound like he was joking. He sounded like someone who wanted to arrest me on a trumped up charge. Did I do something wrong? I was just trying to be friendly to the police services. Was he blaming me for blocking his machine catching speeders? I’m pretty sure I had to pass in front of them. That’s where the sidewalk was.
Or was he just really sick of that joke?
What else would a runner say?

One thought on “My relationship with the police

  1. some cops are just jerks. Don’t sweat it. My relationship with them over the years has been on-again off-again. I follow some of them on Twitter, and I like being reminded that they are just normal people – some of them even have a wicked sense of humour. Just not all of them. You’re right, though – what else is a runner supposed to say?

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