My first arrest
I was speeding down a busy highway in my new SHO when I hear the familiar sound behind me. My heart sank as I had an unpaid ticket for which I had the bond money in my pocket and intended on taking care of the next day.

Worse came after I was stopped as the officer was apparently p*ssed off that he couldn't have caught me if I hadn't noticed him and slowed down. He was red in the face and literally screaming. He calmed down a bit when I admitted that there was a warrant when he started back to the car to run my license. Probably because he was happy that he could arrest me for something rather than just giving me a ticket.

Whle he was writing the ticket I started chatting with him. It came up that I had an accounting background and we discussed some tax problems/questions that he had. After the paperwork was complete he actually apologized but said that he had to take me in anyway. He did let me drive my car to a secure parking lot so that it wouldn't get towed, and while he didn't let me ride in the front he didn't handcuff me and left the window between the front and back open so that I could lean through it and continue chatting.

When we reached the station he stated that he was getting off shift but that he put in a good word for me. Then the fun began.

The temporary holding cells were already fairly full, but the officers inside cleared everyone out of one so that I could have my own cell. All of the other prisoners were staring at me wide-eyed and whispering amongst themselves. The conversation was probably that the assumed that I was some sort of mass murderer from the looks of fear that they were giving me.

Luckily I had the bond money on me so I only had to wait for the processing wheels to finally start turning. That it was a change of shift didn't help anything as the new shift had to have their couple of hours of coffee, donuts, and chatting to take care of.

Somehow the word amongst the police officers got garbled. Instead of "don't give him any hassles" somehow the story got changed to that I was a major bigwig banker and that everyone should be very respectful. So during the check out proceedings I had a group of officers clearing the way everywhere I went and they were always politely saying "this way, sir", "please step this way, sir" in very nice voices.

The other prisoners looked like they were about to fall over. Mouths were literally haging open. I can imagine the discussions after I left. A mass murderer that the police were fawning over!

Unfotunately the pleasant experience did not carry over to the trial. The judge proceeded to call me an idiot for getting myself arrested when I had the bail money in my pocket.
(BlahBlahBlah, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 19:02, Reply)