No kidding. I am that scrapper and this is what happened to me today:
My wife and I were returning from a trip to the yard and in my rear view mirror I see two local sheriffs patrol vehicles; Dodge Daytonas to be exact. One was a K-9 unit, both with lights going full blast right behind me.
I don't speed. I had just replaced a light on my trailer that was out in the Walmart parking lot moments before, so I have no idea what all the commotion is about.
I'm approached at my driver window and informed I have an illegal window tint job. I've had the truck 7 years and this is a first.
The other officer is peering in the windows to see what we have inside. I give over my credentials and pop the rear glass so they can get a better look. I have nothing to hide.
I ask the officers if they want to check it out and they reply with a no. I tell them that I must close the back hatch so I will be stepping out of the vehicle and begin to get out.
As I'm walking to the back the Sergent ask if he can pat me down and if I have any weapons. My reply is yes to patting me down and no to the weapons.
He then pulls my Walmart pocket knife that's clipped inside my right pocket out and places it on the tailgate that's now been dropped down and exclaims to me that he thought I said that I had no weapons.
I'm temporarily speechless because when I think of a weapon I think of something designed to inflict pain onto another person and I don't use that knife that way so it never crossed my mind like that.
I'm very intrigued at this point at where this is going. I shrug my shoulders and just say 'I'm a scrapper. I have a lot of things like that' and proceed to show him the back of my truck. It's brimming with power and hand tools.
(I'm getting yelled at to come to bed. The rest of the story soon guys. it's a trip.)
Jim
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