“You’re an ass, aren’t you?” The armed security officer asked.
“Yes,” I answered. And pugnacious, too.”
“I don’t know what that means, but go through the door, to you left and get in the line.”
Behind me, I heard him call out, “Anyone with an appointment, come see me.”
I was at the new Department of Motor Vehicle building in South Reno to get my driving license renewed.
It was less the ten minutes before when I parked and walked to the back of the line that had cued at the front doors of the state agency. I let an older man and a woman with two children go ahead of me.
About a minute into our wait, the officer exited the building asking brusquely, “Again, anyone here with an appointment?”
The three of us at the rear of the line raise our hands.
“Well get over here,” he demanded.
That struck me wrong, and I opened my mouth, “First, what is this ‘again’ crap? We jus’ got here. and you ought to have a politer tone with the public.”
“Who are you talking to?
“Mind your business and get in line.”
“Say the Ass with a uniform and gun.”
“I don’t don’t have to take your crap.”
“No, and we shouldn’t have to take your crap. I was nt here when you first asked ‘Again, if anyone here had anppointment. Exact words have meaning when you are in a public position, and second, don’t talk to me or anyone with that uncivil tone. You are in uniform and should act professionally.”
He stood there, gobsmack, as the other people, still in line, started clapping.
After getting my renewal, I walked outside and noticed he was being polite and talking to people rather than shouting at them. He saw me but said nothing, which was fine by me.