Keller PD in Trophy Club - good encounter
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 1:45 am
I was driving the family home the other night and we stopped off for some gas at the 7-11 in Trophy Club.
I stayed with the kids and the truck pumping the gas while my pregnant wife ran in to get herself a soft drink, a coffee for me on the drive home, and a 6-pack of beer for me to enjoy back at the house. . . a transaction that always draws a few curious or concerned glances. One of Keller's finest (they provide police services to Trophy Club and Westlake) was in the store, so the clerk looked at the officer and asked my wife for her drivers license.
She gladly handed it to him (being close to her 29th birthday - she loves this sort of request) as she swiped her debit card through the machine to pay for the beverages. Removing her drivers license from her wallet left her CHL displaying through the windowed slot - which was something that grabbed the officer's attention. He slyly smiled, tapped the license, and whispered, "Good girl!"
It was the first time my wife had felt like she was "part of the club". The officer did a great job of encouraging her without outing her status, and my wife was all too excited to share the story as soon as she got back in the truck.
I stayed with the kids and the truck pumping the gas while my pregnant wife ran in to get herself a soft drink, a coffee for me on the drive home, and a 6-pack of beer for me to enjoy back at the house. . . a transaction that always draws a few curious or concerned glances. One of Keller's finest (they provide police services to Trophy Club and Westlake) was in the store, so the clerk looked at the officer and asked my wife for her drivers license.
She gladly handed it to him (being close to her 29th birthday - she loves this sort of request) as she swiped her debit card through the machine to pay for the beverages. Removing her drivers license from her wallet left her CHL displaying through the windowed slot - which was something that grabbed the officer's attention. He slyly smiled, tapped the license, and whispered, "Good girl!"
It was the first time my wife had felt like she was "part of the club". The officer did a great job of encouraging her without outing her status, and my wife was all too excited to share the story as soon as she got back in the truck.
