One beautiful summer afternoon I went to the local deli on Potomac street near Wisconsin Ave. They made great sandwiches and sold beer to go. I had done this same lunch routine many many times before. Get sandwich and two Becks beers head to the wall of the parking garage and enjoy lunch.
Half a sandwich and one beer in a police man on a scooter scooted by, saw me, and turned around to hassle me. He gets off his scooter and strolled over and asked me for my ID. (now I knew mosy of the Georgetown police officers) I looked up and asked him what. He said let me see your ID. I looked at him like he had three heads, drank some beer and continued eating my sandwich. He then asked what I was doing there to which I replied what does it look like, I’m eating my lunch. I turned away trying to ignore him but he persisted in his inquiries about the most obvious thing in the world.
Back and forth what am I doing and give your ID. Finally, I told him to buzz off and leave me alone because I only had an hour for my lunch and I didn’t want to waste any of it talking to him. At that point, he arrested me, cuffed me, and called for a patrol car to haul me off to jail. Squad car appears with one of my friendly policemen driving. He comes up laughing and asks ME what’s going on. Doesn’t ask the scooter cop, he asks me. The cop jumps in and tells him I’m being arrested for drinking in public, refusing to id, resisting, and I was surprised he didn’t say littering. My policeman pal is still laughing as they put me in the car.
Off to jail I go. It takes all of ten minutes to get to the district # 2 station with the scooter cop following right behind. Out of the car I go and on to the intake deck where the watch commander looks up, see me, and says hey Bill what are you doing here. I proceed to to tell him about my wild criminal escapades of eating lunch in Georgetown, leaving out the littering and my subsequent arrest. He starts laughing while my pal is still laughing and the scooter cop is wondering what the hell is going on. He tell my pal Chris to uncuff me and give me a ride back to my car.
We all had a great laugh except the scooter cop. I never saw him again.
P.S. Do they have scooter cops in Siberia?