Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Secret 7: I was arrested
I was 16 and working as the head busser in a restaurant. I was in charge and pretty full of myself. One particularly busy Friday night there was NO room for extra people. It was so busy that the bussers and waiters had to turn sideways to squeeze between tables and the fire marshal probably would have had a fit. A man walked in to the front door and asked the hostess if I was working tonight. She said that I was and told him what section he could find me in (on the other end of the place). So he moved his way through the throngs of tourists and approached me in the middle of my section and the conversation went something like this:
Man: Are you Sara xxx?
Man: (pulling out handcuffs and flashing his badge) I'm investigator Xxxx. You're going to have to come with me.
Man: (now putting handcuffs on me IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BUSY RESTAURANT) You're under arrest for drug trafficking in Texas.
Me: (Now panicking and teary) Whahuh!? But I've never even BEEN to Texas!!!
Man: Oh... Well, in that case, your mother says hi.
Oh, my mother was in TROUBLE with me for this one! My mother was a police dispatcher. An out of town officer was at the station and he had asked her for a recommendation for a place to eat. She said she had a great place in mind but could he do her a little favor while he was there? Not funny, mom. Not funny at all.
To make matters worse the man who owned the restaurant sometimes had "special" customers related to things that may have come off of his boats that were NOT fish. The police department was well aware of this but had so far been unable to prove anything. So after this incident he pulled me aside and told me flat out that he didn't care WHAT I had going on the side but that in future I was to keep it OUT of his place.
I think I might be scarred forever...