I just had a couple of things to buy at a local supermarket. As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a parking place for the disabled. I had a hanging disability tag but someone stole it from my truck. My husband had warned me not to park in the disabled parking spaces until I had gotten the new tag for my car. But my back really hurt that day and I was only to be in the store for a few minutes.
When I returned to my truck, I had a ticket. I knew I was wrong and I would pay the fine, but I hated to endure the “I told you so” from my husband.
I was driving north on Thompson Bridge Road headed home when I noticed a patrol car with lights on and all northbound traffic on the bridge was stopped. When the traffic began to move, I saw that the Gainesville police officer was attempting to remove a huge corrugated box from the bridge. I drive a Toyota Tundra, so as I pulled alongside of the officer, I said, “You can put that box in the back of my truck and I will take it to the recycle drop off right down the road.”
He questioned if I was sure I could do that and I assured him it was no trouble at all. After he put the box in the bed of my truck, he approached the passenger side to thank me for helping. Then he asked me, “Is that a ticket on your console?”
I said, “Yes, it is.”
The patrolman asked, “May I look at it?” I told him that my disability hang tag had been stolen and I had parked illegally. He asked, “Did you realize that I am the officer that wrote this ticket?”
I said I did not. He then said, “Don’t worry about this ticket. I’ll take care of it.”
I was so surprised and delighted that I was not going to have endure my husband’s, “What were you thinking?” All I said was, “Thank you. I am glad I could help.”
I drove off without asking the officer’s name. I hope he sees this and will accept my appreciation for his thoughtfulness.
Roberta B. Schuetze