On the way home from the Rodrigo y Gabriela show, my friend* was pulled over by an LA County Sheriff’s Officer.
The officer asked for his license.
My friend gave it to him.
Then the officer asked for registration and proof of insurance.
My friend reached for the glove box and opened it.
The officer then said, “you don’t have a hand grenade in there, do you?”
My friend calmly said, “that’s an odd question… Did I do something wrong?”
The officer then mentioned the broken headlight and that he didn’t know if my friend had a weapon in the glove box. The officer then returned to his car with my friend’s documents.
The officer returned and said, “Mr. ___, you’re clean as a whistle.” He advised my friend to get the headlight fixed and sent us home without giving my friend a fix-it ticket.
We talked about the incident the whole way home. And laughed.
*My friend is an Indian man in his 20s. He’s also Muslim and has a full-grown beard.
Well composed blog, even a twist at the end! Just like Usual Suspects.
my ex was muslim and indian. he got that shit all the time too. glad y’all were able to take it in stride!
a couple weeks back you had a post about stereotypes of LA that weren’t true… i guess LA being the capitol of racial profiling by police might have some merit.
congrats on Joe Torre btw!
Oh, jeez. How bad could the cop have been if he gave you guys a free pass on the broken headlight?
Another brutal day on the westside, apparently.
Oy. Having just read about the “terrorist” falafel trail (http://cqpolitics.com/wmspage.cfm?parm1=5&docID=hsnews-000002620892), I can’t really say I’m surprised. It’s good to know you guys were able to laugh about it though.
Negative – what’s with the hand grenade ask? Positive – he totally redeemed himself by not even giving a fix-it ticket.
But the real question – is your Muslim desi friend hot? You’ve been holding out on me!