So we have these carts outside that hold pots or wreaths or scarecrows or etc. and I was pulling them outside. There's a sidewalk in front of the store, about 4 feet wide. I'm putting a sale sign on the scarecrows and hear a car squeal wheels somewhere in the parking lot. I turn around and a car is zooming towards the store. For some reason I decided it would be smart to move. I do and just seconds later the car jumps the curb, roles onto the sidewalk, and hits the cart I had been standing in front of. 20 broken scarecrows, a crushed cart, and a cracked window, and of course the ladies suv didn't have a mark on it. And guess what she does:
SC: The door's locked! (I had locked it behind me because it's only me out front and I didn't want any customers wandering in while the store was closed. I put the carts out about 15 minutes before we open)
Me: I stare from the car, to the lady, to the car, to the cart, to the lady, the whole time my jaw was almost hitting the floor
SC: HELLO! The DOOR'S LOCKED!
Me: We...we're not open yet. I'm sorry, but I need to call the cops.
SC: WHAT! WHY'S THE DOOR LOCKED!
Me:...(hurry inside, lock the door quickly, ignore the lady as she cuses me out, grab my cell, take a pic of the damage from inside, call the cops, get my manager, take pics of the damage from outside.)
I'll find out more about what happened afterwards later. I probably won't have to testify because it was only property damage, and luckily no one (me) was hurt.
And the bonus: This happened last night around 2 am. I have the highest respect for cops, but this was just ridiculous. Definitely something wrong with him.
It's 2am and I'm driving to my house in the middle of nowhere, there's no street lights and the road's completely empty.
Suddenly a car comes speeding up behind me, brights blaring, I'm blinded. I'm already going way over the speed limit, and this guy's inches from my bumper. Not in the mood to be in an accident, I pull off to the side of the road, and so does he.
Ok, It's 2 am, I'm a woman alone, and some crazy guy is harassing me. I pull onto the road and speed up again. This guy is right on my bumper. I try to loose him by pulling into a neighborhood that winds back to the main rd. So does he.
Ok, maybe he lives here. Remember, I'm blinded by his lights and thus can't see that it's a cop car. Finally I get back to the main rd. and pull onto it. So does he. Alright, now I know he's following me. My rd. is the next one, but there's no way I'm pulling into my neighborhood so this whackjob can find out where I live.
So I get on the phone and call the sheriff (the town is so small that I know him by name) and he tells me to come on down, he'll open the garage and I can pull in. I slam my breaks on and he has to pull onto the other side of the rd. to avoid hitting me. I stick my hand out the window and am about to give him the finger and suddenly it's all red and blue lights. Yeah, he was a cop. So I decide that instead of pulling over I'm just going to drive the extra 1/4 of a mile to the station. I put my hazards on to let him know I'm planning on pulling over and pull into the station. The guys there are as surprised as I am. He's not a county cop. He's screaming at me, that he's going to arrest me and that I should respect his authority. I call him an asshole. The sheriff gets between us and checks his car for a dashcam. He has one, and after realizing that there's evidence as to what he did to me, he backs off. He said I was driving in an erratic fashion, which I wasn't as evidenced by the tape.
Anyway, he finally left and I found out today that he's banned from patrolling the county. Yeah, but that was the first time I was ever pulled over, and of course it was by a crazy guy.
SC: The door's locked! (I had locked it behind me because it's only me out front and I didn't want any customers wandering in while the store was closed. I put the carts out about 15 minutes before we open)
Me: I stare from the car, to the lady, to the car, to the cart, to the lady, the whole time my jaw was almost hitting the floor
SC: HELLO! The DOOR'S LOCKED!
Me: We...we're not open yet. I'm sorry, but I need to call the cops.
SC: WHAT! WHY'S THE DOOR LOCKED!
Me:...(hurry inside, lock the door quickly, ignore the lady as she cuses me out, grab my cell, take a pic of the damage from inside, call the cops, get my manager, take pics of the damage from outside.)
I'll find out more about what happened afterwards later. I probably won't have to testify because it was only property damage, and luckily no one (me) was hurt.
And the bonus: This happened last night around 2 am. I have the highest respect for cops, but this was just ridiculous. Definitely something wrong with him.
It's 2am and I'm driving to my house in the middle of nowhere, there's no street lights and the road's completely empty.
Suddenly a car comes speeding up behind me, brights blaring, I'm blinded. I'm already going way over the speed limit, and this guy's inches from my bumper. Not in the mood to be in an accident, I pull off to the side of the road, and so does he.
Ok, It's 2 am, I'm a woman alone, and some crazy guy is harassing me. I pull onto the road and speed up again. This guy is right on my bumper. I try to loose him by pulling into a neighborhood that winds back to the main rd. So does he.
Ok, maybe he lives here. Remember, I'm blinded by his lights and thus can't see that it's a cop car. Finally I get back to the main rd. and pull onto it. So does he. Alright, now I know he's following me. My rd. is the next one, but there's no way I'm pulling into my neighborhood so this whackjob can find out where I live.
So I get on the phone and call the sheriff (the town is so small that I know him by name) and he tells me to come on down, he'll open the garage and I can pull in. I slam my breaks on and he has to pull onto the other side of the rd. to avoid hitting me. I stick my hand out the window and am about to give him the finger and suddenly it's all red and blue lights. Yeah, he was a cop. So I decide that instead of pulling over I'm just going to drive the extra 1/4 of a mile to the station. I put my hazards on to let him know I'm planning on pulling over and pull into the station. The guys there are as surprised as I am. He's not a county cop. He's screaming at me, that he's going to arrest me and that I should respect his authority. I call him an asshole. The sheriff gets between us and checks his car for a dashcam. He has one, and after realizing that there's evidence as to what he did to me, he backs off. He said I was driving in an erratic fashion, which I wasn't as evidenced by the tape.
Anyway, he finally left and I found out today that he's banned from patrolling the county. Yeah, but that was the first time I was ever pulled over, and of course it was by a crazy guy.
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