Will Never See Cops the Same Way Again

I was dead asleep at 11:30pm when someone pounded on the front of my truck. What the ...? Okay. First, where the .... am I? Yeah. Westley, at the truck stop. Probably a lot lizard. Open the curtain and see what up. Light shining in my eyes and a male voice, "OPEN THE DOOR!!" "Who are you? Why?" "I SAID OPEN THE DOOR!!!" Nope. Don't know who it is. Get my flashlight. Some young guy with all black clothes on and an embroidered badge, shining an LED light in my eyes.

I ask "What's going on?" "SHERIFF...OPEN THE DOOR!!" "Why?" "JUST DO WHAT I SAY!" I look outside. No car. Just this guy outside my door demanding access to my only refuge. Why does he want in here? Can't be for anything good. But, I open the door. As I was getting the leash for my dog "I ask the questions here! Is anyone else in there with you?" Of course not. "No." But something in the back of my mind told me this was a potentially dangerous situation. His demeanor was extremely tense. Something about him sent a bolt of terror through the middle of me. I said, "Call your boss." He reached for me. "GET OUT OF THE &$#%ING TRUCK!!!" I shoved the dog back into the truck, dove back in and tried to slam the door. He grabbed the door as I was slamming it.

In my mind? Who is this guy, what does he want with me? I don't know he's LEO. They didn't wear black fatigues where I come from. I'm terrified it's some guy dressed as a cop trying to gain access to me. I will do whatever it takes to keep myself safe. I slammed the door one more time and tried to push the lock. Anything to keep him away from me. Even if I have to dive head first out the other door, just have to stay away from him... I wasn't quick enough with the lock. He rips the door open and yells again, "GET OUT OF THE TRUCK!!" Reaches for me again. I almost slipped his grip, but he got me. Yanks me out of the truck and twists my arm behind me.

Ohh....I'm &$#%ed...going through my mind. Still fighting. I don't know who this is, he refuses to call his boss...or any other LEO. Simply expects me to comply with his demands, no questions asked, without knowing who he is, what he wants or why he is there. Handcuffs! He put handcuffs on me! Now, walking toward the rear of my trailer. Now I know I'm screwed. Only bad things happen at the rear of the trailer, out of sight of everyone else. I'm cuffed and helpless. Nobody can see what's going on back here. Nobody to help me. I'm completely alone in this. It's me and this guy, who I've never seen before and I'm completely at his mercy. Still confused, don't know what he wants, why he's pulling me out of my only safe haven.

My dog. Don't hurt my dog! He wants to look in my truck. My elbow was scraped in the ruckus. I'm still terrified. Bunch of questions. Where are you going, what are you hauling...I can't remember in that state of mind. Paper? Don't really know. Care if I look? Just sign for the seal. I'll open it for you. My mind going in circles. Try to explain why I'm so scared. The guy who dressed like a cop, did his car up and killed women... It goes over his head. He's still upset I had the audacity to fight for my life. Threatens me with a felony. A FELONY??? I'd almost welcome the charge at that point...because it will get me around more people. Right now, it's just me and him. And I'm in cuffs.

Apparently, someone doesn't like Swift. Or someone here is p/oed about something I said on the forum and recognizes my truck...or got kicked off the forum because of some rude thing they said to me...and blame me for it... I don't know. But someone told the truck stop that I was selling drugs. What the ...? I've been asleep since around 8:30. I stopped, went to the bathroom, got a burger and fries at Carl's Jr. Then went in and bought a bottle of milk and a piece of cake from the female clerk. Haven't been out of my truck since. Drugs?? Now I'm really, really irritated, in addition to still being scared out of my mind.

He gets into his car, says my plate didn't come up registered in Indiana, it's a fake plate. What?? Get the registration...tell him where it is. We're driving to the front of the truck. Puts it in gear. My mind tells me..."this is it. Pray. You're really &$#%ed now. We're not stopping at the front of the truck. We're going somewhere remote and you won't be found until the next plowing." Somebody, please watch after my dog. He's a good boy. Don't be mean to him...

I cannot wrap my mind around someone calling the police and saying I was dealing drugs. It has to be a ruse...to get me out of my safety...why, though? Oh, thank God and Grandmothers. We stopped. He got my permit book and log book (right where I said it was) looks at my license. I keep it in my log book. Do I take any medications? Yes. List them. He's apparently satisfied I'm telling the truth. Drives me back around to the rear. I'm still in my nightshirt and nothing else, barefoot...and cuffed. He let's me out of the cuffs at the rear of my trailer. My fear level is still very high.

My back is turned toward the front of the truck. CHP shows up. Oh, my God, I am relieved to see them. Now I finally know for sure this guy is really LEO. I nearly collapse in my relief to finally have someone there who, even if they're on "his" side, nothing bad will happen to me. They don't understand why I burst into uncontrollable tears. Why are you crying? I can't talk. I sound like an idiot and probably look like one, too. I can't stop crying...out of relief and I can't explain that to them. Go ahead, look for drugs!

I stand by the CHP car as refuge...more than anything else. I know these guys are for real and I'll do what they ask. When's the last time I took meth? Never! Drugs? I was 17. Open your mouth. I have all my teeth, they're in good condition. Eyes are dilated and pulse is rapid. Well, do ya think?? I was terrified out of my mind! There is so much adrenaline pumping through me I'm surprised I'm not doing St. Vitus' Dance for you! Take me in and I'll pee in a cup for you right now. I don't do drugs.

End of this story. The deputy has to make a report because I was injured in the scuffle. Good for him. I get my dog out for a potty break. Get into my truck and collapse into uncontrollable tears again. Nobody awake to call on the phone to talk about it, so I'm rambling here.


And, as said above, I will never see LEO the same naive way again.

 

Only one I can think of is someone who made a complete fool out of himself over a complete non-issue. Got himself kicked off the forums for some unrelated issue I wasn't involved in and came back several times under different IDs. One of those imbeciles who can't just accept the fact he's a jerk, was born a jerk and will always be a jerk. Wouldn't surprise me if he gets turned on when his shop steward bends over in front of him. People always hate what they don't understand within themselves. Then, they take it out on others, either who represent what they fear in themselves or who understand and accept what they see as shortcomings.

He's probably reading this thread and making a mess of himself. Seems to forget. People can be tracked on computers. Lesson I've learned. I will never again post my exact location. I was happy to support a mom n pop truck stop that suffered a huge blow and is trying to keep it going until they rebuild, so I posted where I was. Won't be doing that again.

Might need to seek medical attention for the exacerbation of the arthritis. My shoulder is on fire right now. Good thing I have enough money set by to sit for a week if I need to.