This week while working, I was driving my regular routing schedule around the Las Vegas area in Nevada. I moved to Las Vegas three months ago to pursue a job in the healthcare industry. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be going on this day, other than the hundred and ten degree summer heat throughout the Las Vegas area.
I came to a stop light and knew that I had to take my regular U-Turn at the stop light to turn around and go back to a Dr.’s office on the other side of the street. When the light turned green, I pulled a U-Turn and began driving about three tenths of a mile to where I needed to turn into the Dr.’s office. And that’s when suddenly I looked in my rear view mirror and saw a police officer on a motorcycle with his lights on. I abruptly pulled over thinking that maybe U Turns weren’t allowed at that stop light, or that I unexpectedly somehow got a little pedal heavy and was speeding down the road.
While on the side of the street, I got out my wallet to find my drivers license. I am driving a black Dodge Avenger rental car still as my company still hasn’t fully moved me to Las Vegas. I roll down my window and a wait for the officer to approach. Inside of my car, I have my iPhone in a cup holder to my right, my briefcase on the passenger seat with a laptop on top of the briefcase. There are also papers scattered throughout my car with free samples of pens and magnets in the back seat.
The officer was probably in his mid-thirties, white male, with a buzz haircut. It looked as though he was previously riding a horse before he got on his motorcycle as he was wearing a hat and knee high boots like all officers that you see on horses. When he made it to my window he said that he needed my license and registration. I handed the officer my license and the registration that was located inside of the glove compartment inside of the rental car. He walked away and went back to his motorcycle for a minute.