Sure, there are plenty of jobs worse than being a traffic cop. It probably wouldn’t even make most people’s top 10 list of crappy occupations. Maybe not even their top 20. But there’s no job I hate more than that.
I guess I’m biased. Over the years, I’ve had plenty of run-ins with traffic cops. I’ve gotten my share of tickets, some deserved, some not. And most of the cops who’ve pulled me over, or who I’ve had to speak to in the course of my daily business, have been totally fine: calm, professional, polite.
The trouble is, I’ve met my share of a$$hats too. You know the kind: twitchy trigger finger, deliberately baiting you, just waiting for you to step an inch out of line. Luckily, I don’t have the kind of racial profile that means I’m going to end up getting shot, but even I feel nervous when I look in the door mirror and see a cop in shades sidling up to my window.