Quote from: barbie on September 09, 2009, 12:18:58 PM...but saw a gentleman entered women's mistakenly.
If a cop is called it would be because a male "sexual deviant" has gone
into a lady's restroom on purpose, not because a man has accidentally gone
through the wrong door. The fact that there may not be a law against something
does not shield you from an interface with a redneck pig itching for
an excuse to pull his billy club, taser, pepperspray or sidearm.
Early in 2006 waiting for a Billings, Mt. mechanic shop to rebuild
the grenaded engine in my truck, I walked the few blocks, after last call,
to my motel room. A Billings cop pulled up beside me, with blue lights flashing
and a blast from his siren, over his P.A., the cop says, "Stop right there." He
approaches me he demanding, "What are you doing?" I told him, "Walking to
my motel. Is there a problem officer?" "I need to see your I.D.", he says. I
handed it to him. I asked again, "Is there a problem, officer" He asks, "This
is your I.D.?" I said, "Yes, it is." He asked, "Mr. ------, why are you walking
around this late at night, dressed like THAT, with an Arizona D.L.?" I said,
"My truck is being fixed at ------ and I am walking from the bar to my motel,
to go bed." "You have a room there?" "Yes", I said. He says, "You shouldn't
be walking around this late at night, "Ma'am". I'll give you a ride." I said,
"Thank-you but it's only another block, I can manage." "I insist.", he says.
I get in the back seat, as directed, hoping I'm going to my motel. He drops
me off at my motel room door. In full view of anyone. I thank him for the
ride and go into my room. He goes to the front desk as
I watch from my motel room window.
The next night instead of going to my motel, I walked to "Denny's",
a few blocks in the opposite direction, for breakfast. Two officers, I've
never seen before, drive past going in the opposite direction. They hit the
blue lights, flip a U-turn and pull up sideways in front of me. The cop on the
passenger side jumps out, yelling, "STOP RIGHT THERE!" I stop right there.
The cop who was driving is now on the radio and his partner is demanding to
see my I.D. I look through my purse for my I.D. and put it in his hand, the one
not hovering over his side arm. He hands it to his partner and demands what I
am doing. I tell him, "I am going to Denny's to get something to eat." His partner
calls him to the car, they talk and addressing me, he says, "You're the one that
had a "run in" with "us", last night." I tell him, "I wouldn't call it a "run in", the
gentleman gave me a ride to my motel room." His partner calls him back to the
car, hands him my I.D. and they talk for a minute. Without a word, the cop
comes back, hands me my I.D., gets in the car and they take off.
I am sure that if the second cop I "interfaced" with had been alone
and had I questioned his right to stop me, the situation probably would not
have ended the same way. For the next week that I was in Billings, I paid for
a cab to drive me the few blocks, whenever I needed to go anywhere. When
I told a few of the cabbies about my "run ins" with the cops, they were at a
loss as to why they would have harassed me like that. The area I was
staying in was not a "redlight district" and according to them,
I didn't look or act like a whore.
