“Hi mom, it’s me. I need you to come and pick up the car within 15 minutes or it’ll be impounded again. Come as fast as you can. A cop has pulled me over and thinks I’m impaired, which I’m not, but there’s no convincing him. It’ll be another $185 to get the car from impound and he’s suspended my license for 24 hours. I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m not high. But this cop no way listens to me. Please come and get the car right away.”
How? You’ve got my car.
“I’ll call a cab for you.”
As the taxi pulls up behind the cop car, my cabby asks “what’s up? is that your son in trouble? I’ve seen a lot of this, tell him that to live in this town you’ve gotta be invisible, the RCMP are everywhere.”
I hand over my drivers license to the cop and he runs a check on it. He says I can go. Then he turns to Troll and asks, “Why have you phoned the very last person you should call when there is a no-contact order. I should arrest you right now.”
Just then a gal from ACT notices Troll as she’s passing by. She asks if she can help in any way. With that distraction, I hop in my car and go before he can ask me why I am here if the no-contact order is to protect me and how did he get your car in the first place.