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I used to be a deputy sheriff working in a corrections bureau. My last big assignment was as a court room services officer working for a judge. He tagged all of us in his court room with must calls for NCIC. I got stopped in California (totally deserved it 65 in a 45 in some little town called Garber). CHP Sgt walked back up to my bike and wanted to know who the heck I was. When I got home from vacation I spent about an hour explaining to the judge why I got stopped for speeding. The CHP just gave me back my license and told me to get lost. It was the most embarrassing ticket I never got.
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