Turns out the whole “Good Cop, Bad Cop” routine is actually a thing.
My friend and I just got held up by two officers. We were hanging out in the neighborhood I grew up in, taking a walk and thinking about all the stuff we used to do. Sat down at a bench in front of the hardware store, a place we used to come and sit at on our late night walks all the time. It’s owned by my church choir director and her family. I know them.
When we get up to leave, we get stopped by two cops. One of them is pretty nice, just explaining to us that being here is considered trespassing so we shouldn’t, and giving us a chance to explain ourselves.
The other guy is a DICK. Demanding, loud, angry, accusing. He goes to check the bushes and comes back claiming he saw someone else hiding there. He keeps demanding to know who else is with us. What we’re REALLY doing here. Accuses us of lying about how long we’ve been there. He has us convinced we’re going to be calling our loved ones for bail.
Then he lets us go with a warning.
Oh, and when my friend asks about the guy he saw hiding in the bushes, wanting to know if he’s still there, he assures her he’s not. …How does he know that? Why wasn’t the supposed other guy pursued?
I’m just glad to be home.
God, I hope the hardware store doesn’t get robbed tonight or something. They have my information. Last thing I need is for the place to be broken into and for me to be one of the last people seen at the scene of the crime.
…On the bright side, I don’t see the family that owns the place pressing charges. They’ve sorta known me since I was little. But it would make things rather inconvenient to get arrested.