My girl, she's one too. She'll go and get her a skirt, Stick it under her shirt. She grabbed a razor for me, and she did it just like that. When she wants something she don't want to pay for it.
We sat around the pile. We sat and laughed. We sat and laughed and waved it into the air! And we did it just like that. When we want something, we don't want to pay for it.
OK, here is the Been Caught Stealing video http://youtu.be/jrwjiO1MCVs [video]http://youtu.be/jrwjiO1MCVs[/video]
Nah been close a couple times tho. If I didn't know my rights one time I had a run-in, I woulda been a felon It's sad to see so many people getting arrested because they don't know their rights.
Well, almost and it's a tale. (hell, no one has to read it) Backstory, when I first came to Oakland I shopped for food at a local foodie store (still do) because it was better than supermarket. At the time, their facility was so small they did not have space for a lot of stuff people buy at supermarkets that isn't really "food" (cat supplies, toilet paper, shampoo, etc) so I'd swing by the Safeway for those items. Every week. So one day I'm looking for my brand of shampoo, moved some bottles, not there. I pay for my other stuff, start to leave, and a man shoved me back into the store and said he "knew" I had stolen items in my tote bag and I had to go to the back of the store, behind a door, and hand him my bag. I'm so honest my first thought was that this was someone I knew playing a practical joke. But I didn't know him and he wasn't joking. I will point out he was in plain clothes and showed no ID or badge. There was another man with him holding a Safeway bag who never said a word. My next thought was that it was a scam, that he'd run off with my wallet. So I said I'm not going behind any door with you, I'm staying right here in the produce department in a public area in sight of the door. His exact reply was "If she wants to play tough, fuck her." He then called to a passing employee to get the manager, they had caught a thief. The manager comes out. I'm mad enough to spit nails but reminded myself to stay calm & polite and asked him "Sir, are you the manager?" He said he was. I said "Sir, I am a regular customer, many of your clerks know me by sight, this man showed no badge, physically accosted me, I have never stolen anything." He said they are store security, my first confirmation that's what they were. I then asked him if it were usual for his employees to say "fuck her" to customers. He said they are security, not Safeway employees. I asked if it were usual for security to say "fuck her" to customers. He said it was not his responsibility and left. So there we were. I did not think these people had authority to detain me and started to leave. The man grabbed me, threw me against the wall and handcuffed me, saying since I would not cooperate I'd have to wait for the police. Cop shows up, along with another man who said he was store's customer service manager. Guard tells cops I looked at a bottle of Clairol shampoo and then put it in my bag. I said it was actually Neutrogena and I looked to see if they had the right kind, they didn't, so I didn't get any. No one tried to explain why I'd pay for a bag full of stuff but steal one bottle of shampoo. The cop took my tote bag, looked through it, found nothing but my personal belongings. I was pretty scared, the cop at least acted professional (white, female, over 35 so I wasn't a "target") but the security guard seemed so determined to bust me I was honestly afraid he'd plant something in my bag. The cop said they had to let me go. The guard reluctantly uncuffed me. I demanded an apology. The customer service manager started to apologize but the guard broke in saying he KNEW I stole but had probably hidden the shampoo in my clothing. I asked if they were going to strip search me in the produce department. The cust serv mgr said they are not allowed to, the guard said if they did he KNEW they'd find stolen items. I'd really had enough by then so I told him if he tried I'd kick his teeth in. He then said "she's got an attitude". No kidding! I was accosted, physically shoved, publicly insulted, handcuffed, searched and he still said I was guilty, damn right I've got an attitude! (A friend of mine later said he probably figured women are supposed to cry, not get mad.) Well... as soon as I got home I called regional office and asked for regional manager. He'd gone home but I got regional customer service manager, told her the whole story. I asked her if she would go behind a door with a strange man and hand over her purse, she said no way. She said the regional manager would call me next day. He didn't call. I wrote a letter saying if they'd responded next day I'd consider an apology and token compensation sufficient but by not responding they were endorsing what was done to me. He didn't answer. My then brother in law is a laywer. An asshole, as it turns out, but on this occasion he wrote, on his letterhead. They didn't know he was family, figured I'd hired a lawyer. End result, I got settlements from Safeway and from the security company. They also told me the second man was just a friend of the guard's, and that they are not supposed to involve third parties unless their safety is at stake. Since the guard was twice my size, he could hardly argue that. He did get canned. End of story, except I never went back to that store.
About 8 years ago I got beat up by some cops in downtown Portland on fat Tuesday for drinking a beer in public when I got kicked out of the bar for closing when I just paid $5 for my bud light. The cop took it out of my hand, poured it out and I said "party foul". He then get right in my face (sort of as he was at least 6 inches shorter than me), and told me I have 2 seconds to get out of his face. When I said ok sorry and tured around to walk away, it was on. I was slammed to ground and detained, other officers came to assist him and in a matter of seconds I had 5 cops holding me down. All I could do was yell "help, help, I am not resisting". It was only stopped when a large crowd gathered to watch and someone pulled out a video camera (days before a camera was on every phone), the camera guy was yelling "they are Rodney Kinging this fool!" That seemed to make the back off. After that I was thrown back in the cop car and cuffed very tightly, I thought my figers were broke. Turns out the cops are good at hurting people in subtle manners, I had a bruise on my back from his knee and 5 jammed, twisted and/or bruised fingers, including both of my thumbs and sever cuff burn. The cop, who instigated it all, joined me in the cop car to say "how the fuck do you like me now". I replied that I liked his dirty bitch mom much better. From there I was put in a paddy wagon and sent to the drunk tank. Never charged with anything, no recordings to identify the cop so I could complain. I was told that his name would be on the report, but when I was released and asked for the report I was laughed at and told theres no reports for the drunk tank and the only officer on record was the guy who brought me in the paddy wagon. Worst part about going to a drunk tank is you literally have no rights, if your arrested you get a phone call, if your going to the drunk tank you dont get shit, they just say "shut the fuck up your to drunk to know what you want." At the detention center I blew a 0.086 by the way. Couple funny side stories related to this. While being frisked they missed my cell phone in a side pocket. In the back of the cop car I slipped my cuffs and made a call to my buddy for help. I couldn't get the phone to my ear so I just waited till I thought he would answer and and started yelling "help, help, Im going to jail, I just got beat up, fucking help me" Another cop saw this and opened the door and demanded my cell phone. I said fuck off and he started to wrestle me for it, we were both swearing at each other and my friends answer machine caught it all. For weeks we replayed the message and laughed. Second side story was my new friend I met in the paddy wagon. William, he was drunk as a skunk but was obviously ruffed up a bit also. Me and him started hating on the system together and decided we were going to sue everyone. In the drunk tank he wouldn't leave me alone, and since I was trying to keep my cool for 4 hours so I could leave I was trying to ignore him. After I was released a few weeks later at work I was on the elevator and low and behold, mutha fuckin William gets on with me. Last side story was in the drunk tank. Some dude looked well kept, dressed nice and not like most of the others there so I made friends with him and sat next to him with my cup of soup. He looked at me asked if this was my first time in the tank, when I said yes he grabbed my soup and everyone else's on the table and started throwing them at the observation room window yelling "fuck you cops". 3 large black men then entered the tank and drug him out kicking and screaming the whole way. For the next 3 hours all I could hear was him yelling bloody murder and slamming whatever he could against walls in the solitary room. To this day I wonder if all that would have went down if it wasn't my first time in the tank. To more directly answer the question, I've never been arrested. Unless you count misdermeanor possesion, MIP and MIPtobacco. Yes MIP tobacco, thats a whole other fucking crazy story,
Good story Crandc, I hate power trippin assholes more than anything. I actually read that many stores have actually quit having loss prevention because of issues like this. They find that just accepting the loss is less expensive than paying lawsuits for people wrongfully being accoused and in many cases harmed.
This reminded me of a little happening from back in high school. My friends were filming a "movie" and asked me to be in one of the scenes, one where there is a commotion between shoppers and employees at a supermarket. That was my direction. So I went to a safeway and bought a watermelon, kept the receipt, and then snuck the watermelon back into the store. Then, when I was sure some employees were looking my way, I grabbed that previously purchased watermelon and put it under my shirt like I was pregnant. Then, melon-belly and all, I made a bee line right towards the exit, waiting to be accosted by store security or a manager. No luck, not a peep, nobody looked my way, I had gotten away with stealing a purchased watermelon. We went to a different Safeway, tried it again, this time making sure to take more time after enveloping the melon. No way, no security, no manager, no good scene for the movie. Did it a third time, same result. Finally just gave up, stole a bottle of wine and we had a picnic of melon and wine instead of filming for the movie.
I got an MIP a year before I turned 21. I drank a fifth, blacked out, apparently left the house party and was walking around Beaverton for at least 3 hours, not knowing where the fuck I was. An off duty cop at his home came and talked to me cause I set a car alarm off on accident and was just sitting there next to it. He called an on duty cop (this is where I started to become aware), he wrote up my $100 "minor in possession" ticket and they took me back to the house. Just had to take a 4 hour diversion class, and poof, it's gone.
The second time I got arrested was in Topeka Kansas. I had been working on a contract at the Santa Fe railroad to automate their waybill rating system. I had been there about 6 week figuring the system out and on the list for a badge to enter off hours which was controlled by the Railroad police as was the access to the user terminals on the computer system. I received my access card badge the same day I presented the purposed auto rating system to accounting department management. The new system would use about 6 rate clerks instead of the 720 currently rating Waybills. That same evening after dinner I stopped back in the office to check out how it was going with some of my people working the late shift. I was only in there about 20 minutes but when I came out of the building a Topeka police Captain and about 6 officers as well as the San Fe railroad police and their top cop were waiting for me. The Santa Fe police charged me with criminal trespass, the second time for that day according to them. The Topeka police took me down to their jail to be a guest for the night. I was never allowed entry to building again although they did drop the charges two days later. One small detail I had overlooked. I knew the rate clerks were part of the railroad union, I did not know the railroad Police were also in that union. I use their computer system to develop the plan and they nailed me the first time I used the badge they issued to me. The accounting department never did get that automated waybill rating system implemented. The San Fe railroad ceased to operate about the end of the nineties, no longer profitable. I couldn't find an attorney that could do squat about it. One tried but he told me it was hopeless, the railroad police were untouchable by authorization of congress way back before the Civil War. I paid no fine but neither did I collect the remainder of my contract.
Walked into a tough nightclub in Roseburg in '73 with a Mexican friend of mine. I looked very young and always had my ID checked at bars, while my bud was a year older than me and looked 4 years older...and he was sporting a full beard. They let me walk right in, and I went to the bar and ordered drinks. I looked back at the door, and my buddy was on the floor, in a pile with four bouncers. As it turned out, the doorman checked Tom's ID, he showed them four pieces, and they said it was all fake. Tom told them to fo, and it was on. When I looked back to see where he was, after ordering the drinks, he was in trouble. The bouncers weren't trying to throw him out, they were beating his ass. I knew that, if I could get them off of him, the bouncers were in trouble, because Tom was a serious badass. I went over and kicked one of the bouncers in the face and got him off the top of the pile, then grabbed the second and bum's rushed him face first into the stair banister post. I turned around and pushed the third guy off Tom and then turned around to the guy on the stairs who hit me so hard it nearly knocked me out. I grabbed hold of him and kept my head against him so he couldn't land another hard blow while I tried to clear the chirping birds out of my head. Meanwhile, I didn't know it, but bouncer #4 was out of the fight from the start. He was the first to jump Tom, and as they went to the floor, Tom reached around the guy, grabbed his long hair, and snapped his head back so hard it dislocated his neck. So, he wasn't much of a problem. Tom then knocked out the last guy I had dislodged. He then punched the first guy I had pulled off, and the guy landed on the stairs next to where I had been, then when Tom tried to stomp him in the face, he missed but stomped his upper arm so hard it dislocated his shoulder. By then, I had recovered and the guy I was fighting and I had fought up the stairs and across the upper floor into a corner. He was pretty much kicking my sorry ass, but I had him backed into a corner and was starting to get some licks in. About then, a brown fist whizzed by my head and the guy I was fighting went to the floor like he'd been shot. Tom dropped him like a bad habit. An instant later someone grabbed me by the back of my hair, and I turned and grabbed him by the face and pushed him away. Unfortunately, the guy I did that to was a cop, and he was pulling out his baton. I looked at Tom and said, cool it, the cops are here. Tom looked at the (now) two cops and told me, "I'll take the one with the stick....go for the door." I looked back at him like WTF are you thinking?, then looked back at the cop, who promptly sprayed mase in our faces. They then proceeded to beat the living crap out of both of us with their batons. Cops aren't supposed to hit you in the head with a night stick, but Roseburg cops weren't too big on following rules back then. We got to the station after a short ride in the cop car. They put Tom in a cell and took me to a room to interrogate me. I said fine, but I need to wash this crap out of my eyes. They let me do that, then took me back for interrogation. A minute later this huge cop comes in and asked me what I had been feeding my friend. I said rum and coke. He said that Tom was in the cell screaming to bring it on, with cuffs still on. And, he said he wasn't just about to go in there to quiet him down. I told them that Tom probably thought that they were in here beating me up, and wouldn't likely calm down while he thought that. They said, by all means, go tell him we're not doing that. I went to the cell, and he had knocked over the bunk, kicked the stuffing out of the mattress, kicked the sink of the wall, and was trying to kick the toilet off the floor....all the while yelling for 'all you mf'ers to come on in.' I told him they weren't beating me, and if he would cool it they would take the cuffs off and let him wash the mase out of his eyes. He chilled right out, and the cops....cautiously, with several standing outside the cell for backup, took the cuffs off of him. We were both charged with criminal trespass and assault. I got a lawyer and the charges were dropped. (There is/was a law where, if you come to the aide of a friend in need, and he is in imminent danger, and you don't know why the friend is getting attacked, you are held harmless for helping him. My buddy pleaded no contest and got a $75 fine. The lawyer cost me $500. Go figure. Good times! Go Blazers
Arrested? Yes. Convicted? Yes. Expunged? Thankfully. The arresting officer did a full-on coffee spit-take all over his partner when I told him "You know why they acquitted Lorena Bobbitt? The evidence wouldn't stand up in court..."
