Well, so much
for me not having any police troubles in Palm Springs!
I proudly wrote that I was not the reason that a number of squad
cars were called to the California Investment Conference.
In fact there were two separate assaults on the Mercenary Geologist,
Mickey Fulp, at the conference so I was enjoying being out of the
spotlight for a change. That was, until Saturday evening when
I apparently committed the crime of "walking down the street"
(which actually is a really rare, circumspect thing to do in California).
I swear, I
do not try to attract the police but in the US it is nearly impossible
to avoid... and if you don't smile and bow down they'll be on top
of you in an instant. I and a TDV subscriber, Ken J., decided
to leave a bar called the Nest because the average age of the partiers
was around 75 years old and were walking a few blocks to another
place when a squad car pulled up and started shining its big, bright
light at me. Confused, but not overly surprised, I stopped,
and he hopped out. Three other squad cars were right behind
him and surrounded us. He immediately put me in handcuffs
and the next thing I knew I was in the back of the squad car.
I asked him
what we had done and he told us that he kidnapped us because we
had been drinking and were walking down the street.
But, he stopped trying to charge me with anything as soon as he
saw my Dominican Republic passport. He actually let out a
little sigh when he said, "You're not American?"
that I wasn't and he put down his ticket book where he appeared
to be ready to write out a fine. He then zeroed in on Ken,
who is a local slave and who they have complete power over.
He spent quite a while trying to get Ken to tell him where his car
was so he could "drop us off there"... after which he'd
pull Ken over for a DUI, without doubt, but Ken was too smart to
fall for this obvious ruse. In the end, the cop actually drove
us back to the hotel. It was sort of like a free taxi service,
but in handcuffs and against your will.
It is amazing
how many warnings there are for everything in California.
Here are just a few ones that I saw.
I didn't know
that! Thanks for the totally random warning, California!
Or how about
some more random, vague warnings about how if you hang around there
you'll get cancer or won't be able to have babies.
most ridiculous is this warning on a slow moving walkway. Yes,
the voice repeats every 10 seconds, "Warning: The Walkway is
is many things... but, deadly? Yeesh.
I'm on a flight
from Houston to Mexico City now, so I should be safe from being
kidnapped again now until the next time I go back to the US.
I like the style in Mexico so much more... there aren't warnings
for anything. I prefer it that way. I had an American
friend mention once that there should be a warning sign beside a
small, 2 feet deep hole in the sidewalk that he saw. I had
to explain to him, "Here we don't need warning signs.
What we do here is just not fall into the hole".
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