White Cop Black Cop

Today was a pretty average day as far as taxis go and boy, do they go! But seriously, most of the time it's business as usual, so I am going to have to make something up. Just kidding. All of the posts by White Man Jumping will be the troof... I promise. Let me rather take you back a week to the incident I mentioned yesterday, where a metrocop got behind a wheel of the taxi I was in, for the first time, although I did not know this then (not that he got behind the wheel, of course, but that another similar incident would follow, jy verstaan?).

In the mornings I reverse the route that I take in the evenings to get back home. Er.... We were travelling through Bertrams, next to Ellis Park, the very Bertrams that looks like a dog chewed at it, morosely, before moving on to something with a bit more zeal. All of a sudden, out of the blue (like no kidding) these metrocops woot woot passed us and stop the taxi. This angry looking black cop gets out, shouting and screaming, followed by his calmer, more chilled, polystyrene coffee cup toting white partner. The black cop comes up to the driver's window and says, you almost bloody hit us, you fool, and he points backward some. We all of us in the taxi look behind us, but it is only for show because, of course, there is nothing to see there. The driver looks nonplussed, and for sure, none of us can figure where and how this might have happened. He is asked to get out of the car and the black cop, like seriously pissed, says he is going to inspect this car now and find something wrong so he can impound it. At the time I am thinking back a year to where another pissed off metro, this one white and purebred bonehead, wanted to do the same thing, all the time uttering, "I'm going to take this piece of shit off of the road!" (not the black cop now, the white cop then... anyway, I digress - back to the present, which is actually last week).

So, the black cop gets behind the wheel and makes a show of trying to find something wrong. The usual... start her up, shift her about. The coloured lady next to me in the first back row says to the cop, hey we are late, why not drive us all to work so you can see where the problem is? This cop is like not impressed. He gets out the car to shout at the driver some. A black lady behind me says knowingly, this cop is looking for a bribe, but as far as we can see the driver isn't falling for it. The white cop has wandered off back to the metrocar ahead of us, and we don't see him again. Our black metro friend meanwhile is getting way worked up, gesticulating (we all turn around again, look back the way we came, still nothing) and this is where the coloured lady with the original chirp gets involved.

She's out the car and siding up to the arguing cop and asking him what the hell the problem is we're all late for work. This rankles our bribe-seeking officer who threatens to take her in for "Interfering with the course of justice" or some such bullshit. He has his finger wagging in her face but she feels feathers, she just gets back in, followed by the driver, eventually, and we pull off, our sideshow entertainment abruptly curtailed.

That's about it. That's the funny incident. Not much I'm afraid, but then I said it was a slow day. Join me again tomorrow for another exciting, edge-of-your-seat adventure with White Man Jumping, your eye on route as we move in transition. If it's not exciting I'll fiddle with it a bit (again, don't stress) or recall something else that happened that makes jumping taxis the only way to go.

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