Cops stopped me tonight
Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 1:24 am
Ok so heres the story. I was on my way home from a friends house and decide im hungry but im also broke. So i decide to stop at the bank to take out some money and go shopping. The bank is conveniently in the same plaza as the ACME and right across from a Dunkin Donuts.
So as im walking into the plaza i see cop cars speeding into the plaza and circling the place acting like nuts. I figured this was normal night time behavior for them because the worst criminal activity in my area was when someone stole a jar of coins for charity from the 7-11 and then guilt ridden returned them. I get to the ATM and as im waiting for the machine to process what i did i look across the street and see a cop in the Dunkin Donuts, also normal police behavior for my area.
I think nothing of it and head to the ACME and pick up a delightful Key Lime pie and some Kool-Aid packets. As im about to enter the checkout line a cop walks in looks at me and tells me to stop. Now im not that built but this cop looked like he came up to my chin and im only 6'2 give or take an inch. So i puff myself up a bit flared my nostrils and tried to look as annoyed as possible, this had no effect he barely noticed i felt quite small afterwards. Anyway he stops me and ask me my age which i had suddenly forgotten and simultaneously deflated pathetically as i stammered out random numbers between 16-19. After settling on 18 (i think thats right) he starts busily talking on his walkie talkie asking for a description of the guy. After looking me up and down and eye raping me in everyway possible he asks the walkie talkie what the suspects hair looked like. Of course since im assuming the suspect was black at this point (he better be for all this trouble) he probably had extremely short well kept hair most likely with waves or something (and ppl call me gay) I however have amazing dreadlocks and after staring at them for half a minute the cop said "no you can't be the guy they couldn't have missed your hair" I took it as a compliment and was tempted to wink but i thought now was not the time.
As i get into the checkout line i get the full story. Some dumb guy decided it would be a smart idea to rob the Dunkin Donuts and to precede away on foot. Of course his description was black male blah blah blah so naturally i was a suspect.
sometime we do it to ourselves morons like that make us all look bad. by "us" and "we" i mean black ppl. I don't even understand how he robbed the place because the Indians who own it speak the worst english ever. I digress im going off on a tangent about my inability to understand accents so i'll close with this. My Key Lime pie is thawing in the fridge and i'll enjoy it later while watching a movie and pondering how much money he got away with.
So as im walking into the plaza i see cop cars speeding into the plaza and circling the place acting like nuts. I figured this was normal night time behavior for them because the worst criminal activity in my area was when someone stole a jar of coins for charity from the 7-11 and then guilt ridden returned them. I get to the ATM and as im waiting for the machine to process what i did i look across the street and see a cop in the Dunkin Donuts, also normal police behavior for my area.
I think nothing of it and head to the ACME and pick up a delightful Key Lime pie and some Kool-Aid packets. As im about to enter the checkout line a cop walks in looks at me and tells me to stop. Now im not that built but this cop looked like he came up to my chin and im only 6'2 give or take an inch. So i puff myself up a bit flared my nostrils and tried to look as annoyed as possible, this had no effect he barely noticed i felt quite small afterwards. Anyway he stops me and ask me my age which i had suddenly forgotten and simultaneously deflated pathetically as i stammered out random numbers between 16-19. After settling on 18 (i think thats right) he starts busily talking on his walkie talkie asking for a description of the guy. After looking me up and down and eye raping me in everyway possible he asks the walkie talkie what the suspects hair looked like. Of course since im assuming the suspect was black at this point (he better be for all this trouble) he probably had extremely short well kept hair most likely with waves or something (and ppl call me gay) I however have amazing dreadlocks and after staring at them for half a minute the cop said "no you can't be the guy they couldn't have missed your hair" I took it as a compliment and was tempted to wink but i thought now was not the time.
As i get into the checkout line i get the full story. Some dumb guy decided it would be a smart idea to rob the Dunkin Donuts and to precede away on foot. Of course his description was black male blah blah blah so naturally i was a suspect.
sometime we do it to ourselves morons like that make us all look bad. by "us" and "we" i mean black ppl. I don't even understand how he robbed the place because the Indians who own it speak the worst english ever. I digress im going off on a tangent about my inability to understand accents so i'll close with this. My Key Lime pie is thawing in the fridge and i'll enjoy it later while watching a movie and pondering how much money he got away with.
