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Thursday, April 1, 2004
Worst Day Ever
Well, today may just have been the most painful (mentally) one of my life. I was driving home, and, at the intersection of Bloomingdale and Lithia Pinecrest, and a Sheriff pulled up behind me, and he had his lights on.
I, of course, pulled over, and the guy pulled me out of my car and arrested me. He said that a person matching my description had robbed a gas station and fled the scene.
Now, I'm scared to death, but I also know I have nothing to worry about, really; I'm innocent.
I get in the back of his car, and he drives me to the station. I ask him what will happen to my car, and the jerk starts yelling at me; he calls me a punk, and tells me to shut up.
We get to the station, and I'm set into this cramped little room, supposedly for questioning. Fortunatly, I know my rights; I wanna' be a lwyer, after all.
I tell the guy that I do'nt want to talk unless I have someone representing my interests, and he starts freaking out on me and yelling again. Apparently, by exercising my Constitutional Rights, I'm only proving my guilt. He demands that I confess to the crime I'm accussed of, and tells me that I'll rot in jail if I don't.
Now, at this point, I'm freaking out myself, but in a different way. I'm white as a sheet, scared out of my mind, and start babbling to him how I didn't do anything.
This goes on until another Sheriff rescues me from the psycho and takes me into another room in the back. I stand in a police line-up next to some of the grungiest, nastiest looking guys I've ever seen.
As a guy in a spiffy Spider-Man shirt, I feel totally out of place.
We turn, then turn again, and I assume that a wittness selected other people, because myself and one other guy were told that we could leave.
Well, I'm more relieved than you could ever imagine, but as Im' leaving, that same sheriff comes out and starts swearing at me. He says I'm a punk, and that he's going to keep an eye out for me.
I was too scared to ask for a ride back to my car, so I walked the whole way back to it. The walk and subsequent drive home were not pleasant at all.
I kind of thought my first encounter with the real legal system would be more pleasant.
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