Most of today was spend with Richard (head of the poultry school) laying ground work for the curriculum I am writing this summer. Afterwards, we asked Richard where the Garden City Mall is in relation to our apartment. We found out that it isn't very far at all (just three turns), so later this afternoon we decided to check it out and pickup a few groceries.
On the way there, a uniformed officer motioned us to the curb. [We had already been coached on what to do/say if we got stopped... Never give them your drivers license because you will never get it back. Never give them money (the police are very corrupt and that is all they want). Tell them to just give you the ticket.] Fortunately, I had already made a copy of my drivers license for the glove box and stashed the original at the apartment, as instructed. It was like this guy was working off of a script. He kept asking, "What are we going to do?" and I kept saying, "If I broke a law, give me a ticket." Then he said he needed water. Kathy showed him her special water bottle filled with TivaWater and said, "This is all I have." He said, "No, money for water." I told him that wasn't going to happen and he started all over again with the "What are we going to do?" routine. Finally, he figured out he wasn't going to get anything out of this Tennessee redneck, gave us our piece of paper back and motioned us on our way... Just another day in Africa.
The rest of the story... later I found out he was a security cop. Oh, well, at least I got some good practice.
Thanks for your continued prayers,
Edd
On the way there, a uniformed officer motioned us to the curb. [We had already been coached on what to do/say if we got stopped... Never give them your drivers license because you will never get it back. Never give them money (the police are very corrupt and that is all they want). Tell them to just give you the ticket.] Fortunately, I had already made a copy of my drivers license for the glove box and stashed the original at the apartment, as instructed. It was like this guy was working off of a script. He kept asking, "What are we going to do?" and I kept saying, "If I broke a law, give me a ticket." Then he said he needed water. Kathy showed him her special water bottle filled with TivaWater and said, "This is all I have." He said, "No, money for water." I told him that wasn't going to happen and he started all over again with the "What are we going to do?" routine. Finally, he figured out he wasn't going to get anything out of this Tennessee redneck, gave us our piece of paper back and motioned us on our way... Just another day in Africa.
The rest of the story... later I found out he was a security cop. Oh, well, at least I got some good practice.
Thanks for your continued prayers,
Edd
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