surfaceone
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Today I thought why not go back to that old dump down the big hill by the railroad tracks. The neighboring businesses had fenced me out, so I hadda go the long way, park at a building that was for sale, and walk down the tracks to that hole in the fence and cut over. A long slog in the heat.
Those railroad guys had done some work and dozed out what had been a promising looking little hillock and deposited a big load of stone, ties and track, for some repairs down the line. Yep, active line, old part of town.
Didn't do any good, got called to pick up some stuff as I was scratching away. Dilly dallied a bit and started to walk back out.
Uh-oh, there was a blacked out Crown-Vic parked right by the crossing where I had walked in.
As I crossed the tracks and reached "his" side, he pulled out into the street, blocking it, got out with gun drawn. He ordered me to drop the clam rake and my bag, back up and get on the ground.
Okay, I'm backing up and slowly getting down, cuz I'm old and have a messed up back. He's annoyed and pushes my head down in the weeds. Knee in the back and the other across my calves, and now he's fooling with the cuffs, I'm not putting my arms behind my back in the proper way, I gotta reverse wrist position.
Well he gets that first cuff on my left wrist, and really tightens it to the bone, right cuff is nice and loose. Comfy, almost...[8D]
I tell him I've got a bad back, and start slowly to get up with hands cuffed behind me. My glasses remain in the weeds, along with my hat and stuff. He puts me in the back of the Crown-Vic.
I cannot see his badge. Up comes the Official Railroad Cop in a shiny Jeep. Flashers are flashing. They're having a big discussion and looking at my stuff. The RR Cop is a young guy, and he's putting on the blue latex gloves.
The guy that hooked me up comes over and wants to know who I am and what I'm doing.
I tell him, and he goes away. It's really nice in the back of that Ford with the windows all closed and the hard plastic seats...
Now he wants to know, will I tell him about "my partner in crime,"
"Who, " I say...
He says, "That guy over there, who waved at you."
"What?" said I.
"If I wanted to get a lot of evasive crap outta you," mumble mumble, walk away.
He then came back over, and started fishing in my breast pocket and took my Starbucks card.
"Have you got any better ID then this?"
"Yes," I say, "in my back pocket."
Now, he pulls me out, turns me around and takes my wallet out. Doesn't wanna hear about the cuff being too tight.
"Credit cards," he reads them, "We don't need these, won't take them from you," takes driver's license and puts my wallet in the back window well. Grabs clipboard, and goes to run my record with the young RR cop.
They now drive me over to my truck. They want permission to search it.
"Do I have any tools or weapons in my truck?"
"I've got plenty of tools, no weapons," sez I.
The young guy opens the back and side door, looks around and closes her back up. He got a good look at some lesser glass, and assorted shovels, probes, and scratchers. And bug spray.
I then got un-cuffed and got the lecture about trespassing. Thefts in the area. A serial killer & rapist traversing these same tracks...
Then we were "buddies" and they're telling ,me which company to go ask permission from. The young railroad cop is telling me about a country flea market where I can buy some bottles, "Fifty cents, a piece!"
The guy that took me down was a private cop. Security for the local businesses that weren't closed, and had seen my truck before.
I told them I was sorry to have troubled them, and that they won't ne seeing me again...
My left hand is still semi-numb, better than an hour later.
Those railroad guys had done some work and dozed out what had been a promising looking little hillock and deposited a big load of stone, ties and track, for some repairs down the line. Yep, active line, old part of town.
Didn't do any good, got called to pick up some stuff as I was scratching away. Dilly dallied a bit and started to walk back out.
Uh-oh, there was a blacked out Crown-Vic parked right by the crossing where I had walked in.
As I crossed the tracks and reached "his" side, he pulled out into the street, blocking it, got out with gun drawn. He ordered me to drop the clam rake and my bag, back up and get on the ground.
Okay, I'm backing up and slowly getting down, cuz I'm old and have a messed up back. He's annoyed and pushes my head down in the weeds. Knee in the back and the other across my calves, and now he's fooling with the cuffs, I'm not putting my arms behind my back in the proper way, I gotta reverse wrist position.
Well he gets that first cuff on my left wrist, and really tightens it to the bone, right cuff is nice and loose. Comfy, almost...[8D]
I tell him I've got a bad back, and start slowly to get up with hands cuffed behind me. My glasses remain in the weeds, along with my hat and stuff. He puts me in the back of the Crown-Vic.
I cannot see his badge. Up comes the Official Railroad Cop in a shiny Jeep. Flashers are flashing. They're having a big discussion and looking at my stuff. The RR Cop is a young guy, and he's putting on the blue latex gloves.
The guy that hooked me up comes over and wants to know who I am and what I'm doing.
I tell him, and he goes away. It's really nice in the back of that Ford with the windows all closed and the hard plastic seats...
Now he wants to know, will I tell him about "my partner in crime,"
"Who, " I say...
He says, "That guy over there, who waved at you."
"What?" said I.
"If I wanted to get a lot of evasive crap outta you," mumble mumble, walk away.
He then came back over, and started fishing in my breast pocket and took my Starbucks card.
"Have you got any better ID then this?"
"Yes," I say, "in my back pocket."
Now, he pulls me out, turns me around and takes my wallet out. Doesn't wanna hear about the cuff being too tight.
"Credit cards," he reads them, "We don't need these, won't take them from you," takes driver's license and puts my wallet in the back window well. Grabs clipboard, and goes to run my record with the young RR cop.
They now drive me over to my truck. They want permission to search it.
"Do I have any tools or weapons in my truck?"
"I've got plenty of tools, no weapons," sez I.
The young guy opens the back and side door, looks around and closes her back up. He got a good look at some lesser glass, and assorted shovels, probes, and scratchers. And bug spray.
I then got un-cuffed and got the lecture about trespassing. Thefts in the area. A serial killer & rapist traversing these same tracks...
Then we were "buddies" and they're telling ,me which company to go ask permission from. The young railroad cop is telling me about a country flea market where I can buy some bottles, "Fifty cents, a piece!"
The guy that took me down was a private cop. Security for the local businesses that weren't closed, and had seen my truck before.
I told them I was sorry to have troubled them, and that they won't ne seeing me again...
My left hand is still semi-numb, better than an hour later.
