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- Oct 12, 2020
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Write any experience with the police that you consider interesting or abnormal.
I start with what happened to me a few hours ago...I was with my rollerblades like every day on the bike path, it is not very long so I dedicate myself to repeating the route several times. I always carry my backpack with my shoes and bird food + sliced bread, I take the opportunity to take a break in an area that is nested by several birds and I know that they stop to eat there (everything I have put disappears every day).
The fact is while I was on the longest straight (where I take advantage of going as fast as possible), a local police car (very modern) gets on, occupying the whole of the road and giving me high beams with the car. I braked as I could (because even if I defend myself by skating, I'm not very good at stopping ). As he stood in front of me, I take off my music headphones and I realize that I had another car behind me blocking my way; a normal car where a man, who I suppose was incognito, came out (because he was not wearing a uniform).
Apparently, someone saw me feeding the birds and thought that I was putting sausages with hooks because recently some bastard distributed that all the way and a dog was injured ... I understood the situation because it happened recently and surely I seemed suspicious although it was a bit overwhelming the check while I had my hand on the hood of the car and the backpack…Obviously everything was in order and they left me.
As a second experience, it was about 9 years ago or so ... it was my time when I smoked joints in the street with my friends. One night, one of my friends bikes was stolen while we were at the bar. We were hanging around searching but no luck. After a while, I started smoking and saw how the group was talking to 2 men that I had never seen. I got closer and, as the conversation was going, they were 2 cops (incognito) who were patrolling the area (it was a tourist area with a lot of pickpockets) and my friends were telling them what happened. The fact is that, literally, the policemen gave us permission to beat them up if we caught the thief (they told us where the bike could be).
When he finished speaking, one of the policemen gave me a penetrating look but said nothing, instantly I put what was left of the joint in my cigarette case.
In the end, the bike was found found where they said but with several rabble nearby , when they saw my colleague of +2 meters crazy as shit and politely asking if anyone knew anything about it, they were obviously quiet and freaked out.
I admit that, although I may not have a very high opinion of them, in both cases they were correct and pleasant.
I start with what happened to me a few hours ago...I was with my rollerblades like every day on the bike path, it is not very long so I dedicate myself to repeating the route several times. I always carry my backpack with my shoes and bird food + sliced bread, I take the opportunity to take a break in an area that is nested by several birds and I know that they stop to eat there (everything I have put disappears every day).
The fact is while I was on the longest straight (where I take advantage of going as fast as possible), a local police car (very modern) gets on, occupying the whole of the road and giving me high beams with the car. I braked as I could (because even if I defend myself by skating, I'm not very good at stopping ). As he stood in front of me, I take off my music headphones and I realize that I had another car behind me blocking my way; a normal car where a man, who I suppose was incognito, came out (because he was not wearing a uniform).
Apparently, someone saw me feeding the birds and thought that I was putting sausages with hooks because recently some bastard distributed that all the way and a dog was injured ... I understood the situation because it happened recently and surely I seemed suspicious although it was a bit overwhelming the check while I had my hand on the hood of the car and the backpack…Obviously everything was in order and they left me.
As a second experience, it was about 9 years ago or so ... it was my time when I smoked joints in the street with my friends. One night, one of my friends bikes was stolen while we were at the bar. We were hanging around searching but no luck. After a while, I started smoking and saw how the group was talking to 2 men that I had never seen. I got closer and, as the conversation was going, they were 2 cops (incognito) who were patrolling the area (it was a tourist area with a lot of pickpockets) and my friends were telling them what happened. The fact is that, literally, the policemen gave us permission to beat them up if we caught the thief (they told us where the bike could be).
When he finished speaking, one of the policemen gave me a penetrating look but said nothing, instantly I put what was left of the joint in my cigarette case.
In the end, the bike was found found where they said but with several rabble nearby , when they saw my colleague of +2 meters crazy as shit and politely asking if anyone knew anything about it, they were obviously quiet and freaked out.
I admit that, although I may not have a very high opinion of them, in both cases they were correct and pleasant.