Big Town Business

I had two separate and very different encounters with police tonight. The first was in Galesville around 10p. Melinda and I went for a walk from her house to the swinging bridge. Whilst walking through the parking lot, the Charger, driven by the dick-cop Brutose, pulled in. He stopped to question us; our names, our destination, our previous steps, etc. Apparently some kids had been walking near the graveyard and he thought it could be us. I wonder if walking near a graveyard at night is illegal. I guess so. The second run-in happened a block or so from my house. Melinda was taking me home and rolled a stop sign in town. Neither of us noticed and, at the time, wondered why we were being pulled over. The cop told us what we had done wrong and took both of our licenses. I wondered why he took my license in a situation when I wasn't driving. It seems that small town cops mean big town business.