When I get my drivers license renewed, I always try to look really angry when they snap the picture. It will look a lot more like me when the cop pulls me over.
Your mood changes instantly. Then you start thinking of reasons for which you might have been pulled over so you can be prepared to defend yourself. Some women are able to turn on the tears, which seems to often work on male officers.
I like to watch”Cops” once in a while just to see if I recognize any family members. I love it when they pull someone over and the stories they come up with to try to get off the hook. Especially if the car is stolen. Most claim that some person gave them the car to use for a few days, but can never seem to remember the person’s name or why they lent them the car.
There are almost always drugs in the car or in their possession. If the drugs are found in the car, the person always claims they belong to the vehicle owner, who they still can’t remember. It’s a sadly comical show. Most have already spent time in the clink and will now be going back.
Unfortunately, our prisons are really not designed or equipped for rehabilitation. Some are, but most are not. I think, barring lifers with no chance of parole, the goal should be to punish and prepare the inmate to blend back into society by working with social workers, therapists and learning a trade.
I think that if I was going to commit a crime that would get me put away, it would have to be something stupid. I don’t think I could ever hurt someone, so it would have to be something like taking too many liberties with the grapes in the supermarket. Somehow I don’t think that would be enough to get me sent to the slammer.