Don't drive down Farm Road 91 unless you want to build fence with this old man.
Most people give cops a wide berth. Some people get abused or intimidated by them. My friend Marcus, while moving stuff in his car, has had his boxes of breakfast cereal opened and dumped in the seat by cops who pulled him over looking for drugs, or just to serve him the ol’ humiliation platter. My dad apparently has the ability to turn the tables.
Yesterday he was rebuilding a barbed wire fence along the road, and a cop car drove past. It turned around at a neighbor’s house and came back by. My dad yelled, “Hey!” and the car stopped, backing up.
“Hey, I need your help,” said the farmer-dad. “You know how to build fence?”
“Oh no,” said the cop, “I never did anything like that.”
“Well, you better learn how—you might have to get some cattle in off the road, and then you’ll need to know how to fix a fence."
“Yeah, we do have to get cattle off the road sometimes….”
In the end, the cop did not do any work on the fence. Still, I don’t think this damaged my dad’s long-term goal to eventually Tom Sawyer a member of law enforcement into digging a hole for him or something.