Courtesy, Professionalism and Respect…
That’s the motto of the New York City Police Department—painted on the side of every squad car.
Well I’ve got a different story to tell tonight about one of New York City’s most un-civil servants.
I often leave work after seven which means I have to cross 42nd street at Lexington Avenue to get to the subway. They close my building’s entrance to the subway early, so I have to go outside.
Tonight I stood at the corner waiting for the lights to change so I could cross 42nd Street and get on my train home.
There were at least a dozen or more other souls with me, waiting for the light to change. There were some German tourists, a few tired businessmen, a pair of pretty girls and some kids out on the town.
The light changed and I made a dash for the cross walk. Several people strode out in front of me.
Our pack was halfway across the street when suddenly the handful of fast walking citizens in front of me came to an abrupt halt as a New York City Police Department squad car came to a squealing halt right in the middle of the crosswalk.
He’d’ been trying to beat the light and failed.
The stunned passersby got themselves back together and continued around the police car as if nothing had happened. The car couldn’t go anywhere yet as there were those dozen other souls still crossing the street (and so many more witnesses).
I came eye to eye with the cop driver, a young man of Asian decent in his 20’s. It was an odd perspective having been on his end of this particular visual angle just a few too many times.
I asked “Where’s the LIGHTS, where’s the SIREN?” He used neither his headlights, strobe lights, horn, nor siren
He looked at me with great disdain and inquired, “why, you too STUPID to look?”
All I could think of were the years of shitty pay and misery he would have wasted had he actually hit someone.
I didn’t get his car number, don’t suppose I’d bother even if I could.
You see a very similar thing happened to my wife and me just a few years ago. She was nearly hit by an NYPD squad car racing down the street (no lights, no siren). A voice sounded over the loud speaker “Ya fuckin’ retard”
We got the number that time and followed up on a complaint.
Of course the answer was there was no wrong doing found. So yeah, Courtesy, Professionalism and Respect… MY ASS.
Now to all those cops out there who really do give a damn about serving and protecting with true professionalism and respect, I say Thank You – and where the f*#k were you tonight?
Just for laughs, here are a few links: