I spent nearly 3 solid months in the hospital with my ex-wife nearly 10 years ago. On the one night that my parents finally talked me in to going home to try and get one night of sleep, I got a call early the next morning saying her blood pressure had sky rocketed, she was having a panic attack, and could I get to the hospital as soon as possible.
So I got in the car and raced up Hwy 280 in Birmingham. As I was speeding along, I got pulled over going probably 70 MPH on 280 which was clearly speeding by 10 15 MPH or so.
The cop, who looked all of 24, came strolling up to the window.
Cop: Do you have an emergency?
Me: Well, sort of sir. I just got a call from the hospital that my wife is in ICU and the told me she isn't doing well and I needed to get up there.
Cop: What is she doing in the hospital?
Me: She has had some complications from some pretty major surgery and we have been in the hospital for a few months. Actually, last night is the first night that I slept in my bed in a long time since I have been with her. I understand I was speeding officer, but can you please hurry and write a ticket or whatever because I really need to get up there.
Cop: So what hospital.
Me: Brookwood. Right up the road. I really need to get up there.
Cop: SO if I call the hospital, they will confirm this?
Me: Yes sir. But please hurry, I really need to get up there.
Cop: Just a minute.
He takes my license and strolls back to his police car. 6 minutes later, he casually strolls back up to my window with a pissed off look on his face.
Cop: I am going to let you go, but let me tell you this son. You never, EVER tell a cop to hurry. You got that?
I didn't say a word, I took my license from him and drove off.
What a power tripping dick fuck that kid was...