I am not a crook

Being witness to a petty crime is kind of crappy. Over the summer I saw some kids take a stop sign near my house. I didn't get a very good description of the people, and I only got a partial license plate number. And I'm horrible with knowing car makes and models. But I still called the police station so that they could report it and replace the stop sign. I gave all the information on the phone. Then they sent an officer to my house to get a written report. She stood on my porch while I filled it out. Then she looked up a possible license plate match in her car computer to see if I recognized the driver. (Which I didn't since I couldn't see the driver very well. It was dusk.) But as I was looking into her car, I finally realized what it looks like to have a police car sitting outside your house. It looks like I am the criminal.


She finally left. Phew, that's over with! I could finally get on with my simple life. Ten minutes later the officer calls me. There is a car that matches my description sitting in a nearby church parking lot. She wonders if I can drive up with her to see if it's the one I saw. Sure, I can. Then she lets me know that I'll have to sit in the back seat since her computer is all set up on her front passenger seat. Uhh, okay. So she gets back to my house, I go out, and she opens the back seat for me. As I get in the back seat, I see the neighbor kids watching, jaws dropped to the ground. The door closes. We drive off. What? This is not what I envisioned when I called in this little misdemeanor. We drive up a few streets and see the car she's talking about. It's not the one. So she brings me back. There are no handles on the inside of the back seat so she has to come and let me out. The kids are no longer outside but a different neighbor is bringing out her garbage. Hi! Just out for a friendly drive in the back of a police car!

A few days later I got a message from a different officer saying that he has a couple questions for me, will I please call him. I thought I was done with all this! Things came up (plus I didn't want to) so I didn't call him back. So he called again about a week later and left another message. Now I feel like I'm in trouble! All for a little stop sign. I know, why didn't I just call him back? Cause I didn't want to okay! I gave all of the information I knew two times already.

So now I'm on the lam from the coppers for absolutely no reason at all.