If it's crap... We'll tell you
I got arrested last night...over a whopper jr. sans cheese
Hey_
Some of you I've already texted, thrusting my thumbs into each key with ferocity fueled by the anger of the event that transpired...
It was around 10:40 when I hit the drive thru for service. I had a little cash on person and decided to hit up a BK for some quick (yuck) nourishment. Noticing that the line was not moving the good 10 minutes that I had been idling in my car listening to the new Paste magazine sampler, I deduced that I would probably get better service if I go IN to the dining room.
I pull out of the drive thru lane and park my car, did my best Carl Louis to the dining room entrance.
Nearing closing time, I feared it may have been locked. My assumption was wrong, and I strolled in with a smile on my handsome face.
Hungry, chest heaving from the sprint, I stood in the line for service and politely waited for an employee to take my order.
Come closing time, the manager sees me, and proceeds to tell me, "I closed the dining room man, you need to leave.
"
To which I replied, "No its not, I JUST walked in.
"
He repeats himself.
I repeat MYSELF. Furthermore, I explain that I entered the establishment before he was physically closed and therefore should be servicing me.
To my left, an old voice, slight spanish accent side with me.
"Its true, that door WAS open.
"
I nod at the older gentleman for his bolstering the truth.
Seeing this the manager instructs one of his employees to call the police and have me escorted from the property.
Still at this very moment, I believe myself to be totally in the right. I did get rather passionate about it, as well as being vocal.
Officer Michelle Tucker shows up rather johnny on the spot.
I try in vain to explain the situation as she yanks me up by my collar, unprovoked, and points the tazer in my face.
Exiting slowly, so as to not catch a tazer in the nostril, I try to plead my case.
She's not having it. Wouldn't let me speak a word really.
4 other units show up. Making it a grand total of five.
They circle like buzzards. Each one doing they're damnest to intimidate me.
I must've been emboldened at that moment. They're all yelling at me "SHUT YOUR MOUTH" with such tension, holding their tongues by their reigns.
One of the cops, who happens to be black, seems to try and get friendly with me, yet still trying to employ some kind of fear inducing vernacular.
Respectively, I told dude..."Look, I respect your authority here, but none of you are my Father, so I'm not havin' any of that.
"
This continues for about 10 minutes.
Officer Tucker tells me to leave the premises, I comply.
However, as I leave, I see them fiddling with my car.
I move to shouting distance of the officers and inquire what they were doing with my car.
No answer, so I get closer and repeat myself.
From the megaphone screams, "You're still on BK property.
"
Yet again I yell, "What are you doing to my car?"
She exits, walks over with a partner. Turns me around and slaps the cuffs on me...
They take the license plate from my vehicle, which may I add, was still valid. I even had the valid registration in the glove box...
We drive down to the John E. Polk correctional facility...
She books the kid...
I got out this afternoon.
My car is still in the parking lot of the BK...waiting.
Don't think it truly applies but my Miranda rights were never read as they cuffed me and took me away...
I went through the whole dance. Holding, booked, detainment, orientation cell...etc...
Anything I can do?
Anyhow...that was my Friday night...how was yours?
Troupe
Some of you I've already texted, thrusting my thumbs into each key with ferocity fueled by the anger of the event that transpired...
It was around 10:40 when I hit the drive thru for service. I had a little cash on person and decided to hit up a BK for some quick (yuck) nourishment. Noticing that the line was not moving the good 10 minutes that I had been idling in my car listening to the new Paste magazine sampler, I deduced that I would probably get better service if I go IN to the dining room.
I pull out of the drive thru lane and park my car, did my best Carl Louis to the dining room entrance.
Nearing closing time, I feared it may have been locked. My assumption was wrong, and I strolled in with a smile on my handsome face.
Hungry, chest heaving from the sprint, I stood in the line for service and politely waited for an employee to take my order.
Come closing time, the manager sees me, and proceeds to tell me, "I closed the dining room man, you need to leave.
"
To which I replied, "No its not, I JUST walked in.
"
He repeats himself.
I repeat MYSELF. Furthermore, I explain that I entered the establishment before he was physically closed and therefore should be servicing me.
To my left, an old voice, slight spanish accent side with me.
"Its true, that door WAS open.
"
I nod at the older gentleman for his bolstering the truth.
Seeing this the manager instructs one of his employees to call the police and have me escorted from the property.
Still at this very moment, I believe myself to be totally in the right. I did get rather passionate about it, as well as being vocal.
Officer Michelle Tucker shows up rather johnny on the spot.
I try in vain to explain the situation as she yanks me up by my collar, unprovoked, and points the tazer in my face.
Exiting slowly, so as to not catch a tazer in the nostril, I try to plead my case.
She's not having it. Wouldn't let me speak a word really.
4 other units show up. Making it a grand total of five.
They circle like buzzards. Each one doing they're damnest to intimidate me.
I must've been emboldened at that moment. They're all yelling at me "SHUT YOUR MOUTH" with such tension, holding their tongues by their reigns.
One of the cops, who happens to be black, seems to try and get friendly with me, yet still trying to employ some kind of fear inducing vernacular.
Respectively, I told dude..."Look, I respect your authority here, but none of you are my Father, so I'm not havin' any of that.
"
This continues for about 10 minutes.
Officer Tucker tells me to leave the premises, I comply.
However, as I leave, I see them fiddling with my car.
I move to shouting distance of the officers and inquire what they were doing with my car.
No answer, so I get closer and repeat myself.
From the megaphone screams, "You're still on BK property.
"
Yet again I yell, "What are you doing to my car?"
She exits, walks over with a partner. Turns me around and slaps the cuffs on me...
They take the license plate from my vehicle, which may I add, was still valid. I even had the valid registration in the glove box...
We drive down to the John E. Polk correctional facility...
She books the kid...
I got out this afternoon.
My car is still in the parking lot of the BK...waiting.
Don't think it truly applies but my Miranda rights were never read as they cuffed me and took me away...
I went through the whole dance. Holding, booked, detainment, orientation cell...etc...
Anything I can do?
Anyhow...that was my Friday night...how was yours?
Troupe
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Permalink Reply by SketchedLilly on -
Where the hell do you live where the cops are that bored?
Or are you just very physically intimidating?
This is total crap! I'm sorry they did that to you.
Now you should print out fliers with this story on it and wallpaper the whole block with it. Be sure to mention things like "Taxpayers's Dime" and "Waste of Police Resources" and "Tazer" just to really catch people's eye.
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Permalink Reply by Mike on -
yea i mean... what are you gonna do sue them for the cost of a whopper jr.? You were right, but there's nothing you can do without an expensive lawyer, and I don't know what compensation you would hope to get out of it, anyway. what you could do, is become a vigilante, with a cape and shit. fuck cops up, uphold justice. chea...
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Permalink Reply by corey vire on -
To the first point was it before or after closing time when you walked in? If it was after they, BK, don't have to serve you even if the door is unlocked. To the second point getting booked ever wanting service is bs. Call rev al. I wouldnt have argued them not wanting my money in the first place.
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Permalink Reply by Xeronic on -
Well, i for one would of asked why the hell they left shit open when they are "apparently" closed.. and why drive thru is so slow. I would of mentioned not wanting your money.. assholes.
But i wouldn't of argued with them because it's really not worth it. If it was a fine restaurant, i would, but it's fast food.
As i would go to the courts for arresting without cause and illegal search of your car, there are no witnesses too. If there is witnesses, and evidence, i would atleast file a complaint to the city.
What a bullshit night. But i gotta ask, Burger king...seriously? IS there nothing else? Jack in the box <3
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Permalink Reply by Philosophy on -
Bummer. It sucks that the cops can pretty much do anything they want nowadays, and it's silly they dispatched that many units to such a non-incident. I wonder how many real crimes occurred while that many officers were 'enforcing' the law. Sounds like the way things are where I'm from- bored, stupid, and attitude driven cops with nothing better to do than flex their muscles and tout their authority. Not much you can do (legally), unless you're willing to shell out a hefty fee to some attorney.
And you didn't even get your whopper jr., damn.
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Permalink Reply by LAZWOLF on -
cops this make a big deal over small situtation rather than doing there real job, like catching thives or other
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Permalink Reply by shiraaayaannn on -
When will the police catch REAL criminals? lol I'm glad you fought for your stomach though!
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Permalink Reply by MDS on -
A) Were you actually CHARGED with anything?
B) Speak to a Lawyer. Because from what you gave, there was NO Justification for them to be around your car, nor was there any justification for them PREVENTING you from leaving by taking your tags. If they removed the tags from the vehicle, someone MUST be up to something.
C) Definately speak to a lawyer. Don't even worry about the BK stuff. They are right, they have the right to refuse service to anyone. You should have just packed up and gotten back in line at the drive-thru.
D) Your main concern at this point is to find out what was going on with your vehicle. Regardless of what the police think of your car being parked in the parking lot, you are still the LEGAL OWNER of that vehicle. Also find out WHERE your license tag is. If it's in the hands of the Police department, call the local Department of Motor Vehicles and inform them that the Tag was removed from your vehicle. Nothing else, it gets a State Agency involved and makes the police at least TELL YOU why they took it off to begin with.
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Permalink Reply by PoopaPapaPalpatine on -
I ran into the Guardian Angels last night throwing bread. What a crazy random happenstance!
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