Redneck military sherrifs
You can tell when there's not enough crime in an area if a cop has to harass you for walking down the street. It was 1988 and I was 22. It was the safest and most boring new subdivision near Visalia California and it was only about 10:00 pm. I was walking and listening to my headphones when these lights come out of nowhere and shine on me from close behind. I turn around and all I hear is this voice saying "Are you ok?" I wanted to say, "No, I'm being strangled by these metal aliens on my head who are trying to take my brain out." Not seeing the siren due to the blinding lights from law enforcment heaven(or hell, take your pick), or the owner of the Voice, I start walking faster. The car follows, asking the same annoying question, so by this time I think it's some creep harassing me. Now I start running and the car follows. No siren, nothing. I run around the block to where there's a convenience store and try to duck down behind a counter to no avail. The car stops, I run out the back door and am stopped just two blocks from my aunt's house. Enter Barney Fife on crack, yelling at the top of his lungs. "How was I supposed to know you were a cop?" I protest, which falls on deaf ears. More yelling, cursing, threatening. I get shoved into the cop car and told he almost shot me in the leg. Then he had the audacity to tell me, "maybe you should come down to the station with me, to see there's nothing to be afraid of." Can we say IDIOT? I could have walked the two blocks to my aunt's house, but he wanted to show me who was boss. He even walked me up to the door and embarassed me in front of my aunt and uncle like I was a runaway. At least I got to keep my leg. A simple walk turned into a flippin' fiasco. All that was missing was the theme from NYPD Blue. Assholes.
(moonfire38, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 21:49, Reply)