Bountiful Department of Public Saftey

I’ve been thinking about my mother’s love for the Bountiful Police department, and by love I mean hatred. It’s a loathing that goes to the very core of her being. Apparently she has been pulled over no less than three times, and depending what kind of mood she’s in, or what phase the moon is in, she has been pulled over a maximum of six times. I know she’s been cited once, to which she purports she was only two or three over the speed limit.

The other night my mother’s husband, Kevin, was on his was home from the hardware store. As he pulled into his drive way he turned off his headlights just before he had come to a complete stop. A Bountiful patrolman saw this and immediately thought my mother’s husband, Kevin, was some criminal trying to avoid the flabby arm of the law. Kevin got out of his truck and the Patrolman shouted at him.

“Get back in your vehicle!”

Kevin answered, “I live here.”

I appreciate the fact that the BPD is doing their best to protect and serve, but I wish they would spend a little more time solving real crimes and a little less time harassing people on their way home from the hardware store.

When we lived in Kalamazoo, the Kalamazoo Department of Public Safety made regular stops at our apartment complex to break up fights, arrest spousal and child abusers. The KDPS used to be called the KPD, but they changed their name in an effort to brighten their public image. They no longer police the citizenry; they provide public safety. But, then again, if you spent you’re days dealing with people that beat their loved ones, you might be a little jaded.

Jaded or not the KDPS has a little more on their plate than the police here in Bountiful. As a result, they spend a little more time worrying about real crime and a little less time pulling over people for pulling into their driveway with their lights off.

The good news was that after Kevin proved that this was where he lived the police office let him off with a warning.