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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 MDS on -
Cop = Yes Sir, No Sir = going home
Cop = Fuck YOU asshole = Bubba's love toy in the cell.
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Permalink Reply by corey vire on -
My experience with cops has been mixed. I'v been let go from a speeding ticket just cuz it was a Mustang I was driving I've gotten a ticket for going crossing the solid white line on an on ramp. It depends on the day the cops having I guess. Most often you get the attitude you give. Cops get into that line ofork for variuos reason. Being bullied has almost nothing to do with it. A lot of them do it because it's the family business. All in all it's a crappy job that needs to be done. Like anything else they are a cross section of society.
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Permalink Reply by Mr Yakushi on -
Sounds like you got what you deserved for being a right-fighter.
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Permalink Reply by K6 on -
See, you shouldn't of said this, "Look, I respect your authority here, but none of you are my Father, so I'm not havin' any of that."
I understand why you said it, but you shouldn't of said it anyway.
You could've said to the cops, "All I wanted was a BURGER!!!"
Probably even flashed money to say that you were going to pay for it.
Its late at night, close to closing hours... easily mistaken for a robbery...
I'm not defending the manager, but I hate it when people come to me just when I'm going home. I always think, "why do they wait till I'm going home to present me with their problems... do they think I like working here way past my time? I'm not even getting paid after this time... so why are they coming now? Why didn't they come to me an hour earlier?"
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Permalink Reply by Troupe on -
Hey_
"You could've said to the cops, "All I wanted was a BURGER!!!"
I did. A thousand times.
"I'm not defending the manager, but I hate it when people come to me just when I'm going home. I always think, "why do they wait till I'm going home to present me with their problems... do they think I like working here way past my time? I'm not even getting paid after this time... so why are they coming now? Why didn't they come to me an hour earlier?""
People were still dining, waiting for their orders with tickets in hand...
If it was closed, why would this be?
I'm beginning to think that this was about something else.
And, I hate to think it would be what I'm thinking.
Troupe
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Permalink Reply by pookie bear on -
Don't feel too bad. I got a parking ticket once when I was still behind the driver's seat. The cop just shrugged at me and said, "oh well. i didn't see you in the car. here's a ticket anyway." I argued against it and ended up getting another ticket for a small crack i had on my windsheild.
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Permalink Reply by Andrew on -
One "Officer Michelle Tucker" has much sand in her vagina.
Whatever happened to "the customer is always right?"
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Permalink Reply by Troupe on
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Hey_
"Whatever happened to "the customer is always right?""
Exactly.
Troupe
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Permalink Reply by MovieThompson on -
BURGER KING SUCKS!
Wendy's is were it's at!
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