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Zoobies are primarily nocturnal creatures and earlier, about 2:30 A.M., I was out striding down the sidewalk in front of a little shopping mall getting some fresh air and exercise, when I suddenly realized there were car headlights aimed right at me from behind. I turned and simultaneously prepared to run because it seemed a vehicle was about to ram into me.
Instead, it stopped, the doors sprang open, and I heard "POLICE! STOP RIGHT THERE!" So I froze.
Another cruiser pulled up, stopped, and the doors sprang open. "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW OR YOU'RE GOING TO BE SHOT!"
I laid down on the cement on my stomach. "PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!" I did and one of them came over and proceeded to put the cuffs on.
He started patting my pockets "Where's your knife?"
"I...don't have a knife."
"..." was an unintentional pause that arose from the fact I was breathing like someone having a panic attack.
"Why did you show your knife to the clerk?"
"What...clerk?"
"Why did you show your knife to the clerk?"
"Officer...I have no idea what...you're talking about."
Then one of them made a funny noise, a sort of grunt of surprise.
"Hey! There he is! Over there"
All four of them ran off across the parking lot, leaving me on my stomach on the sidewalk with my hands cuffed behind my back. With headlights and a spot light on me.
About 5 minutes later one of them came back. "O.K. Sir, we're really, really sorry. Someone threatened the cashier in the gas station back there with a knife and you fit the description." He unlocked the handcuffs.
"So, it was that guy over there? You caught him?"
"Yeah".
He apologized several more times, tried to explain, thanked me profusely for being cooperative with all the orders, gave me his badge number and his Seargent's number. Blah, blah, blah, and let me go.
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I walked away, inwardly smiling the smug, self contented smile of the criminal mastermind. Little did he know the threat to society he had had in his grasp, but inadvertently let go.
A mere twenty minutes previously I had savagely, ruthlessly crossed an intersection against a red light.
Instead, it stopped, the doors sprang open, and I heard "POLICE! STOP RIGHT THERE!" So I froze.
Another cruiser pulled up, stopped, and the doors sprang open. "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW OR YOU'RE GOING TO BE SHOT!"
I laid down on the cement on my stomach. "PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!" I did and one of them came over and proceeded to put the cuffs on.
He started patting my pockets "Where's your knife?"
"I...don't have a knife."
"..." was an unintentional pause that arose from the fact I was breathing like someone having a panic attack.
"Why did you show your knife to the clerk?"
"What...clerk?"
"Why did you show your knife to the clerk?"
"Officer...I have no idea what...you're talking about."
Then one of them made a funny noise, a sort of grunt of surprise.
"Hey! There he is! Over there"
All four of them ran off across the parking lot, leaving me on my stomach on the sidewalk with my hands cuffed behind my back. With headlights and a spot light on me.
About 5 minutes later one of them came back. "O.K. Sir, we're really, really sorry. Someone threatened the cashier in the gas station back there with a knife and you fit the description." He unlocked the handcuffs.
"So, it was that guy over there? You caught him?"
"Yeah".
He apologized several more times, tried to explain, thanked me profusely for being cooperative with all the orders, gave me his badge number and his Seargent's number. Blah, blah, blah, and let me go.
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I walked away, inwardly smiling the smug, self contented smile of the criminal mastermind. Little did he know the threat to society he had had in his grasp, but inadvertently let go.
A mere twenty minutes previously I had savagely, ruthlessly crossed an intersection against a red light.