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White Devils and Stolen Dogs: 2

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In a perfect world I’d have walked over to the checkout stands, where there are always a lot of people, gathered my confidence, and yelled at the top of my lungs, STOP FOLLOWING ME.  Instead, when the aisles started closing in and my vision went funny, I turned and ran.  I ran as fast as I could out of the market where I saw, crossing the street in front of me, the backs of six uniformed police officers.  The screaming that erupted from me at that point was entirely involuntary.

“Help! Help!  Help!  I’m being followed!”  I shrieked, waving my arms over my head madly.  All six officers turned around, looked at me, and kept walking.

Dear NYPD,

I am not impressed.

A Serious Girl

Thank God the lights were in my favor because when I realized the cops were walking away I bolted across the street without even checking for traffic.  I chased those cops down, waving my arms and screaming the whole time.  When I finally caught up with them I was out of breath and furious.

“Hey!  I need help!  I’m being followed!

The one who looked like he’d just started shaving last week smirked and said, “What do you want us to do about it?”

I wasn’t sure what to say, because I’d always assumed that cops became cops so they could protect people, that protecting people was their job.  The way they were glaring at me as if I was an annoying kid sister was too much, so I started crying.  Not on purpose, it was just my natural reaction, but it worked.  All six of them puffed up, put their hands on their guns and swiveled their heads around in search of a suspect.

“What happened?  Where’s the guy?  What’s he look like?  Is that him?”

I looked in the direction the cop was pointing and there was Mike, looking completely baffled, waving frantically, the little dogs barking and snarling at his feet.

“Um, no, that’s my husband.”

“Why’s he on his cell phone?  He callin’ the cops?”

He wasn’t, he was trying to call me.  Right then the homeless man came stumbling out of the market and I pointed him out to the cops, who asked him to leave.  Just like that, the whole thing was over.

Mike was silent on the walk home, while I told him what had happened in the store.  I’d been pretty freaked out, was shaking while I told him how frightened I’d been, how narrow the aisles were, how the moment the man started growling, he’d been less than an arm’s length away.  It hadn’t even occurred to me that the situation could have been handled a different way until Mike suddenly erupted in apologies.  He pulled me to his chest and ruffled my hair.

“I never should have let you go off alone.  I thought he was going to come after me, but I made you a target, I sent you off by yourself and I am so, so sorry.”

I sniffled for dramatic affect and said he should be.

To be continued…

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  • Oh gosh dang dude I am sorry 🙁 That is so scary! And the rage against cops continues…you KNOW my beef with them here in LA lately! Let’s start a campaign!

    And then be put on every list everywhere as a bad person…

  • Cops, HARUMPH…

    Crazy people can be scary. Though some, like me! can be fun 🙂

  • Kim

    seriously scary. I’m glad you’re all ok, and I want to punch those cops in the faces.

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  • BTW – Haven’t you two seen ANY horror movies? You NEVER, ever, never split up!

  • Jim

    “Whadaya have to do to get a cop around here, CRY?!?”

    Poor Trish.