From: sienna@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: the police
Date: Sat Aug  6 11:27:15 1994

hehehehehe well said juju!

My experience with the police happened when I was 14...I had decided to 
try and impress my friend (who I was meeting later for a campout in her 
grandfather's backyared) by bringing alcohol....I went to a local 
drugstore called Super-X and I shoplifted a bottle of Mad Dog 
20/20...pretty stupid, eh? Needless to say, I got caught, and the store 
pressed charges and I was led from the store in handcuffs...pretty 
traumatic thing for me. When my mom finally came and got me, I was so 
scared. I said "Mom, thank God you're here!" and she spat back at me "I 
ought to let you rot in here!"  My parents were less than amused that 
their pristine, never-got-into-trouble-good-student-girl-scout daughter 
had gotten herself arrested....

Well, anyway, the cop who arrested me was less than sympathetic, but he 
did his job. Looking back, I have no complaints about his treatment of me. 
I deserved what I got, and let me tell you, it taught me a lesson I shall 
not soon forget....the only bad memories I have of the whole situation 
center around the situation, not the cop who was just doing his job and 
arresting a teenager for petty theft.

Only other meetings with the police have been two speeding 
tickets....*shrug* C'est la vie! 

My two cents of a dollar....

Dee