I starred working a new area I had never worked before about 2 weeks ago. I did write two or three policies on 22nd street, which is a mix of well kept older, smaller homes and run down unkept yards with a few boarded up houses as well.
Last Thursday I was finishing up at around 7:30. I left my last appointment and drove a couple of blocks away and pulled over on the side of the street to find a hotel to spend the night in. I noticed two black guys walking past the truck and looking at me. They then turned around and started coming back to me so I pulled away. I took a quick left and my gps told me to turn again in 250 feet. I then put on my blinker and noticed a State cop was headed towards me. When I turned he turned in behind me and pulled me over.
HIs first words were what are you doing here and I told him I was selling insurance. He replied these people had no money so what was I really doing in that neighborhood. I picked up 3 or 4 files with checks and stated that "evidently they do". He then asked for my license etc. The other cop was on the other side of the truck looking in and saw my open briefcase and stated, over the top of the truck in a quiet voice, to the cop talking to me that, "this player has a yoyo"!
(I always have a yoyo with me to do tricks for kids who won't let us alone while conducting business.)
Both cops went back to the patrol car and after 15 minutes came back. He handed me a ticket for no seat belt and then stated he wanted to search my car. He then suggested I get my yoyo and do some tricks for his partner while he searched the truck.
So I go back to their car and start doing some pretty good tricks and we had about 15 black people and a cop watching me. The other cop was done searching the car and I did a few more tricks for him and I ended with a trick called the motorcycle. So I told them it was called the motorcycle cop and they were pretty impressed.
They tore up my ticket and let me go. They did tell me to watch my back as that area was one of the third worst townships in the country.
The next morning I had an appointment on the same street. When I got there my client told me that three doors down two people had been killed the night before.
Last Thursday I was finishing up at around 7:30. I left my last appointment and drove a couple of blocks away and pulled over on the side of the street to find a hotel to spend the night in. I noticed two black guys walking past the truck and looking at me. They then turned around and started coming back to me so I pulled away. I took a quick left and my gps told me to turn again in 250 feet. I then put on my blinker and noticed a State cop was headed towards me. When I turned he turned in behind me and pulled me over.
HIs first words were what are you doing here and I told him I was selling insurance. He replied these people had no money so what was I really doing in that neighborhood. I picked up 3 or 4 files with checks and stated that "evidently they do". He then asked for my license etc. The other cop was on the other side of the truck looking in and saw my open briefcase and stated, over the top of the truck in a quiet voice, to the cop talking to me that, "this player has a yoyo"!
(I always have a yoyo with me to do tricks for kids who won't let us alone while conducting business.)
Both cops went back to the patrol car and after 15 minutes came back. He handed me a ticket for no seat belt and then stated he wanted to search my car. He then suggested I get my yoyo and do some tricks for his partner while he searched the truck.
So I go back to their car and start doing some pretty good tricks and we had about 15 black people and a cop watching me. The other cop was done searching the car and I did a few more tricks for him and I ended with a trick called the motorcycle. So I told them it was called the motorcycle cop and they were pretty impressed.
They tore up my ticket and let me go. They did tell me to watch my back as that area was one of the third worst townships in the country.
The next morning I had an appointment on the same street. When I got there my client told me that three doors down two people had been killed the night before.
Word for the day: unkempt
