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Lions Roar : March 2009
SHAMBHALA SUN MARCH 2009 76 and through the windshield, surveying the people within. He then turned his attention back to me. I stood dumbly in the sweltering heat, cars and trucks loudly passing. Tall and bulky, dressed in a gaudy Hawaiian shirt and disheveled shorts, I was the picture of what my daughter would call “the TV tourist.” The officer, smartly dressed, trim and steely, was six inches shorter. He looked up at me grimly. “Is that your family in there?” “Yes, officer.” As my family and all passing traffic looked on at this ludicrous Laurel and Har- dy, cop-and-tourist sight, he asked me, “do you want the ticket or the ass-chew?” Immediately, I wanted to burst out laughing at this absurd Hobson’s choice. Fortunately, something deep within me knew that laughing loudly in the face of this policeman was not a good idea. Sheepishly, I replied, “I guess I’ll take the ass-chew.” He started walking further down the road, out of earshot of the car. dutifully I followed behind. He faced me down, lunging his chin to within a centimeter of my face, and began to bellow from deep in his rock-hard gut. The decibel level was never again to decrease. “You make me sick. I can’t stand to even be in your presence. You disgust me. A person like you doesn’t deserve to have children. How can you call yourself a fa- ther when you would risk the lives of your family to pull a stunt like that? do you see those trucks passing by? Look at them!” “Yes, officer.” “Only fucking scum like you would like to see your wife and children chewed up under the wheels of one of those trucks.” “Yes, officer.” “You are without a doubt the stupidest fucking idiot I have ever seen. Is there only shit in that big fat head of yours? Are you ever going to try something like that again?” “No, officer.” “Now, get out of my sight before I have to be sick.” “Yes, officer. Thank you.” Hangdog and in shock, I plodded back to the car. “What the hell was that?” my wife asked. “You’re not going to believe this...” I’ve thought about that ass-chew many times since then. Most of all, I’ve thought upaya z en center buddhist chaplaincy training being with dying professional training weekly programs and retreats daily meditation & weekly dharma talks free and open to the public � � � � For the discovery of innate wisdom and compassion visit our website for 2009 programs santa fe, new mexico 505-986-8518 www.upaya.org email@example.com