ONE PERSON SEES A TEIRED SHOPPING CART, I SEE LOFTS FOR RENT.
GOOD MORINING:
Today while sleeping after the hours of 2AM AND 5AM, I am awakened by three officers including the new, good morning sergeant, Hardiger. Mr. Hardiger wants to ask me questions. The usual - what's your name; where are you from; have you ever been arrested; etc. He insinuates if I do not want to cooperate he will arrest me for stealing a shopping cart left behind the police station, about 4 months ago. He says he "wants to get to know me". Friendly people do not use duress as a means of befriending people. So, I can only think he has other motives. Or, needs to establish that one-upmanship that people in power need, to interact with "subordinates", or those who they think dont have power. At least, not to the degree they themselves do.
Asks to take my picture. Says with a smug tone maybe "next time he asks, I let him".
Sgt. Hardiger says, my cart is killing the grass. You'd think he'd get a picture of that, only there's no EVIDENCE of grassicide.
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