So 40 years later, I’m reminded of a certain jackass, Randy McCue, gym teacher Norwalk High School. He never liked me, I didn’t respect him. The mutual animosity began when I cut his class one too many times during the Halloween Horror movie characters the chainsaw the knife the machete the nightmares shirt moreover I love this 1st quarter of the school year. When he confronted me with the cuts & told me of his responsibility to fail (“F/A”) me for the quarter which would result in a denial of credit for the quarter, my response was OK, then I’ll not bother to report for PE until next quarter. And I didn’t!When Q2 began and we had the option to choose which of the many programs we were going to participate for the quarter, he rejected my choices and shanghai’d me into the jock-heavy class he was overseeing. Naturally, I asked why, he said I needed a lesson. I invite the reader to ask me what I know about street hockey. Answer: Nothing. What I did learn is that one can ‘accidentally’ get hit on the balls, and the infraction will only earn a whistle from the referee. I learned that when another guy on my team was ‘defending’ against a friend on mine (opposing team) who happened to be on the school hockey team. I had always heard rumors of just how painful getting hit there could be. that day I witnessed it. The referee (McCue) blew the whistle after the hit, and several people had to assist my teammate to the wall. He was not permitted to leave the mini-gym.We resumed play, but I displayed zero enthusiasm. I was ‘instructed’ to get my head in the game. I did not, I could not, I would not. I was berated by the referee, so I returned my stick to the bucket and took a seat. He asked me it we were going to have a problem. I said no, but you need to turn your hockey players down, this is gym class. He demanded I run laps, I refused. After that class, I returned to the locker room to change, after the passing bell and on my way out he instructed me to report to the office; I instead went to my next class. He must have reported me on some ‘double-secret-probation’ list, else there would have been no reason whatsoever for the police to have visited my house to look for an non-existent car.When my 2nd daughter was 16 her bedroom was located at the front of the house while the master bedroom was located at the back. She had told me that she kept hearing noises outside at night, and it scared her. I just told her that if she heard things and got scared to come get me, and that I would check it out. It’s normal parenting stuff when you have kids.So one evening after dark she came and got me. She said she kept hearing something outside her bedroom window. I didn’t think much of it thinking it was probably a neighborhood cat or such, but I grabbed my son’s baseball bat and told her not to worry, mama would check it out and take care of chasing off whatever it was.Her bedroom window faced a side porch, so I expected I might need to chase off a racoon, a stray dog, or a cat. You know. I believed that she’d heard something as she was scared, but we live in a tiny rural town on a quiet street. So I stepped out the door with my baseball bat to do my courtesy mama duty and damned if there wasn’t a shadow of a person peering, or attempting to, in my daughter’s window! Not being prepared for that reality I reacted in full blown mama bear mode. I shouted “hey” and went running for him. In hindsight maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing, but my first reaction was “oh hell no you don’t “.The guy took off running and I went after him, chasing him with my baseball bat. I had no intention of turning back and allowing him to come back to my house.I will say that he could definitely run faster than me. I must have scared him though because he wasn’t shaking me. He called the police and told them some crazy lady was chasing him through the streets with a baseball bat. Truth on both counts in that moment.went home after signing some papers. It was said that he had a “crush” on my daughter and was just trying to get her attention to talk to her. I was told that it was a first offense, so I agreed to give him the benefit of the doubt and not press charges as long as he never came near my daughter again as he was much too old for her. What happened next: The trooper came back, returned both IDs, and began asking what we were doing, and why the passenger’s ID was from a high school, and what my relationship was with this boy. I was very glad that I had found out his age before the troopers did. It enabled me to sound like a responsible adult when I told the trooper that the boy was 16 years old, that he’d had an “appointment” in New York City (I didn’t want to bring up the issue of his immigration status by mentioning that it was a court date), that his family had asked me to take him there, and, again, that on the way home I had become too drowsy to drive so had pulled off to rest.They wanted a contact number for his family to confirm this. The boy pulled out his phone and gave the phone number of the adult cousin who was his legal guardian. The troopers tried to call but got no answer. They asked a few more questions about how we knew each other.It was scary at the time, but in retrospect I guess they found our answers satisfactory. If they hadn’t, they would have taken the kid out of the car and questioned him separately from me to make sure he wasn’t being trafficked or kidnapped.I asked politely if I should have done something differently under the circumstances. Should I not have pulled off the highway if I was unable to drive safely? Should I have parked in some unsuspecting stranger’s driveway instead of in a parking lot?The trooper acknowledged that I had done just what I should have done. He explained that they’d had to check things out because there had recently been some break-ins at local businesses. Now that we had been checked out and cleared, I was welcome to go back to sleep.I assured him. And after the troopers had piled back into their three patrol cars and turned off their flashing lights and driven away, I got back on the road and drove the remaining 40 minutes to the passenger’s home, where I finally got an uninterrupted nap in his building’s parking lot.A friends house was observed to have the back door being blown open and closed by the local police. The police went to the front doors and rang the bell. When they got no answer they went to the open back door, guns drawn and entered the house.
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Early this morning at about 2:00 A.M. while I had been working on the Halloween Horror movie characters the chainsaw the knife the machete the nightmares shirt moreover I love this computer trying to figure out my next step and making arraignments for next weeks surgery when I heard a knock on the door, where upon opening I saw two police standing there with their hands on their guns.After introductions they said they had a call from a woman who said she had been beaten and was now trapped in the RV with the person who did this while also giving the description of the RV and its location. I was polite and offered them every opportunity to come in and look through anything they needed as I assured them I was alone all night and there had been no other person in here let alone a female though I would have appreciated the company.I knew someone had to have called 911 because not only had two separate police shown up but also a fire truck and an ambulance all of which would have been dispatched concurrently from 911 emergency dispatch, this I know from my days as a firefighter and state ranger. So knowing this was not just a random stop to check out an RV parked at a graveyard type of thing and knowing it had to be an actual 911 call I had to ask the cops what they thought about this to which they replied how they believed the call was a fake call designed to use the emergency services to harass me at this hour, in fact they actually used the word harass.It’s funny in a way that whoever did this with the intentions of causing me grief might now be arrested and sent to jail as well as ordered to repay the thousands of wasted dollars this call took but what is not funny is the selfish act of doing such for ones own amusement over the loathing of others. Having once been a fireman I know how important resources are and to think that 4 fire fighters, 2 paramedics 2 police officers, 1 ambulance, 1 fire truck and two police cars were taken out of service for almost 60 minutes over a false call is senseless and wrong. I could only think that would if someone really was hurt and needed these people and equipment and as a result of them being here with me on a false call such a person had died. This little joke someone acted on wouldn’t seem so cute then.So, I pull into a gas station owned people I know. Go in get a drink, chat with them. I walk out. This place is next to a seedy motel with a long history. Standing at my car is a young lady (I’m being polite here) that was obviously a professional. She asked about the car. She didn’t offer anything, and I didn’t ask. She asked very nicely if she could sit in the passenger seat. I agreed. She got out after a few seconds, thanked me politely. About this time a City Police officer pulls in behind my car. Gets out and starts asking for my ID. I ask for what reason. He responds Because I said so. My response was Officer I need to know your probable cause. He makes a statement about me being a smartass. Then says, She’s a known prostitute. My question is then, Do you know this personally or professionally? He gets mad, tells me I’m going to jail. I take my cell phone and call 911. I tell the operator that a City Police Officer is attempting to arrest me on private property in the county. Please send a Deputy Sheriff to help me. They agree. I next hear his radio go off to confirm his location. He gives it, is told to wait for backup from the county.Sheriff car pulls up. Out comes one of my best friends. The city cop starts to tell his side of the story. The deputy just looks at him and says, You are a complete idiot.Asks him, Did you ever get his ID. He says No. He turns to me and asks very politely if I would show him my ID now. At the time, I was a Court Officer for the District Attorneys Office for the State. His jaw dropped when he saw my badge and gun under my jacket. Granted, I was only in IT support, but I still was a posted officer.ack in high school three friends and I piled into my 1991 Oldsmobile and took to the local park with airsoft guns. If you’re unfamiliar with airsoft, it’s like paintball but with smaller plastic pellets that don’t make a mess and aren’t anywhere near as powerful. But, the guns can look very real outside of an orange barrel tip. Another friend and his acquaintance Alec rode BMX bikes to meet us there.This young woman, still living with her parents, calls and says she can smell cannabis in her suite. I left my desk and went to her floor, and the floors above and below. I couldn’t smell a thing. If you don’t already know, cannabis odours don’t dissipate that quickly. So, I go to her suite, and tell her I couldn’t find any trace of it, nor could I smell anything from her suite. She gets angry, and asks what I will do to the person smoking it. I tell her, if they are smoking I their suite, there’s nothing I can do. It’s their property to do as they wish. Unfortunately, the fresh air vents are all connected, so it could be coming from anywhere. Well, she says she is going to take another approach, and shuts the door on me.I go back the desk, and minutes later, her mother comes into the lobby. Now she tells me, it was her that smelled it, and it was in an elevator into the parking garage. So, I check the elevators, and in one of them I can smell something. But, as I told her daughter, there is not much I can do unless they are smoking in a common area (that’s not allowed). She starts to cry, and goes back to her suite. The next thing I know, the daughter is back, withe her boyfriend and another guy. She demands that I call my supervisor. It’s now 11:30pm. I say no, and she insists on speaking my boss or the property manager. I tell her to call them in the morning. She explodes, saying she is calling the police. She dials 911 on her cell, and tells them I assaulted her mother.So I call an overnight mobile supervisor to come in. 5 minutes later the police arrive, followed by our MS. The daughter goes outside to speak with police, I get grilled by my MS. MS goes out to talk with police, comes in and says she wants you arrested for making her mother cry. She cried because I told her there was nothing to be done about the odour, which I didn’t believe was even cannabis. The police spent the next 45 minutes explaining that there was no law broken, I had followed correct procedures, and they could be charged with making a false 911 call. After it was all over.Back in high school three friends and I piled into my 1991 Oldsmobile and took to the local park with airsoft guns. If you’re unfamiliar with airsoft, it’s like paintball but with smaller plastic pellets that don’t make a mess and aren’t anywhere near as powerful. But, the guns can look very real outside of an orange barrel tip. Another friend and his acquaintance Alec rode BMX bikes to meet us there.This park is massive, centered around a long twisty road cutting through forested hills that leads to a lake and swim beach. By parking in one of the secluded lots along this road and hiking into the woods we could easily have our afternoon fun without disturbing or even seeing another person; this was a proven strategy, and everyone’s intention. Well, almost everyone.At some point we accidentally ended up atop a ridge with a paved trail below, swarming with park patrons. Instead of retreating back into the thicket, Alec hatches a brilliant plan to “capture” one of his own teammates, I guess for shits and giggles. He holds the pistol to his buddy’s head, burying the orange tip in his hair, and proceeds to drag him down the hill into full view of joggers and cyclists while shouting graphic things like “suck my d*** motherf***er!”Totally not cool, very worthy of getting the cops called. I knew chances were high that our whole group would no longer be welcome and I told everyone we needed to leave. It took time though, hiking a long way through the thick woods back to the car, casually packing up, and chatting for a while with the two who rode those slow BMX bikes before following them out at less than 10 mph down the long twisty road. We parted ways at the park exit and I drove my “task force” to Taco Bell almost ten miles away for victory tacos.Some vigilante had tracked us as we hiked back to the car without using trails, waited in the shadows as we chit chatted and cased up our fake guns, followed us on our leisurely stroll to the exit, waited a while longer for us to drive off, THEN decided to phone in a wildly exaggerated panic story with my license plate number. An hour and a half passed between Alec’s nonsense and when I got the phone call. We drove literally past the front doors of the police station on our way out and never once even heard sirens, so the “concerned” citizen definitely waited quite a while.