[ Circa January 2007 ]
After Social Tennis in December (8-10pm, Greenwin Tennis Club), I got into my car and headed down Mount Pleasant en route to meeting the boys for drinks. I did not have an ounce of liquor in my system. I’m blasting Jay-Z and Cassie on my mixed CD, full base, full surround. Just as I pass St. Clair – I see the lit firecrackers and a barrage of officers.
I turned off my music and waited patiently behind the other cars until it was my turn for inspection. When the officer signalled for me to be inspected, I pulled up and this is how it played out:
(Adrian rolls down window).
Officer: Good evening, sir. We’re doing a ride program.
(Adrian smiles wide)
Officer: Sorry, ugh, ma’am
Adrian: You were right the first time – it’s sir.
Officer: Sorry sir, you have such a beautiful smile, I just thought you were a woman.
(Note to readers: Remember kids, I’m black and it was dark – honest mistake)
Adrian: Thanks. Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m flattered.
Officer: Well did you have anything to drink tonight, sir?
Adrian: Nothing to drink.
Officer: Well then, take care and have a good night.