Bad boys bad boys…whatcha gonna? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you? I don’t know about the bad guys, but if you’re innocent, you could be just as equally screwed these days.
Who knew that going out to buy a sleeping bag could land you in the back of a police car? Friday night proved to be a night I won’t forget for some time. After a week from hell being super busy at work and staying overtime to stay on top of everything, I came home suggested we go out and buy me a sleeping bag because we wanted to go camping on Saturday. So off we went. We took a customer’s car instead of our own because he needed to drive it to make sure all problems were fixed. On the way back from the store, a police car behind us started to flash his lights. We didn’t know what was going on because we were driving normally. But fine, we pulled over without hesitation. Next thing you know we were surrounded by four police cars with the cops yelling at us to put our hands in the air and to drop the keys outside the car.
They had him get out of the car first and handcuffed him. I couldn’t see what was going on, too afraid to make a move. But it sounded like they were looking for a reason to do something to him. Trying to comply, but due physical problems, going slower than they cared for…they talked as though he was being defiant. If we were going to be defiant, if we were guilty, we wouldn’t have pulled over the moment we saw the lights go off.
Then it was my turn. Do you know how hard it is to get out of a car while keeping your hands in the air? I was so afraid that one false move they would think I was doing something wrong. I still had my seatbelt on and the sleeping bag in my lap. And they wanted me to get out with just my right hand. Turning a complete circle to prove I was unarmed, it was then the magnitude of it all hit. All the lights, the officers, the guns. Of course, it’s easy to assume that all of that was happening without having to physically see it. But to face it and finally being able to see everything going on…was unnerving. I was then handcuffed and placed in the back of a separate police vehicle. At that point I still had no idea what the hell was going.
It felt like forever, not knowing what was going on still. They checked the car and made sure it was safe and then stood around. And around. And around. After awhile, they finally moved me in the same car as the hubby. It was then that we were told that someone reported the car stolen so we had to wait for the owner to come and identify us. It must have been at least half an hour before all was cleared. It ends up that his friend worked at the store we went to and saw the car outside on his break and called it in as stolen. When we were let go, we asked why someone other than the owner can report a car stolen. As a result our time was stolen. One officer wasn’t too thrilled with that. Said that we were on their time and we were joyriding and lucky the owner wasn’t pressing charges. I know that “joyriding” is their legal term…but honestly, we have two perfectly fine cars at home…we didn’t have to use the car. But it NEEDED to be driven and tested. I would have rather not driven in a car that had problems and trash all over the place. And if I was going to get “caught” by the police, it sure as hell wouldn’t be because I needed to buy a $15 sleeping bag!
I thought that being robbed at home by gunpoint was one of the scariest moments in my life, but at least then I knew exactly why they were doing this and what they were after. After this weekend, I change my mind. What is scarier is having the police, who are here to protect and serve, draw guns at you, handcuffed, and not so much a word saying why.