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So there I was...
On Royal lane going eastbound, middle lane. The light at Midway turns red, I stop, I am second row at the light.
I look left and see a DPD squad car coming southbound down midway in the farthest west lane (closest lane to me). He pulls up to the intersection and stops but the light is still green. He turns on his overheads and sits. I'm thinking "ok maybe it is a funeral".
Not long after another DPD squad car comes down royal westbound toward me, running full lights and siren, in the middle lane. He makes the intersection, clears it (light is still green). Proceeds across the intersection and then pulls his car across all three lanes of eastbound royal and blocks us eastbounders in. At this point I am wondering just what the hell is going on, my "shit is about to go down" meter is pegged at full blast.
The officer who blocked us all in gets out of his squad car in the middle of the intersection and produces his shotgun. He then starts to walk up the space in between cars on my drivers side. He walks past the car in front of me, plants himself against the grill of my truck, points the shotgun at a black explorer next to me ( on my right) and orders them out of the car.
At this point I wasn't sure what to do. I thought about bailing and running but the truck was in gear with my foot on the brake. I didn't want to distract anyone, hell the assholes in the Explorer could have decided to go out in a wild west shootout fashion and I didn't want him to have to think about anything but the finger on the trigger of that 12 gauge. I also noticed another cop at the bed of my truck on my side, glock aimed over the bed. Helicopter was overhead too. Squad cars were coming from every direction at this point.
So I crouch down in the seat a little and peak over at the explorer. I don't see any hands. I'm thinking "ok here we go, it is about to be the wild west up in this bitch" and here I am sitting right next to the OK Corral with my thumb up my ass and a prayer on my lips. I look back at the guy on my hood, he yells for their hands again, I look over and see hands and they go out the sunroof. He prones them out one by one in the street. I breathe a sigh of relief but he yells for hands again and I realize there is some kid in the back seat. And I think maybe he is Wyatt Earp or some shit. Luckily he gets his hands up and they get him out and all is clear.
Mr. shotgun comes up to me after they get them cuffed and stuffed and says "They carjacked that car right down the street and (looks at my inspection) by the way your inspection is out (it is)".
I say "I was just hoping the shotgun wasn't for my inspection". He laughs and tells me to get out of there....
On Royal lane going eastbound, middle lane. The light at Midway turns red, I stop, I am second row at the light.
I look left and see a DPD squad car coming southbound down midway in the farthest west lane (closest lane to me). He pulls up to the intersection and stops but the light is still green. He turns on his overheads and sits. I'm thinking "ok maybe it is a funeral".
Not long after another DPD squad car comes down royal westbound toward me, running full lights and siren, in the middle lane. He makes the intersection, clears it (light is still green). Proceeds across the intersection and then pulls his car across all three lanes of eastbound royal and blocks us eastbounders in. At this point I am wondering just what the hell is going on, my "shit is about to go down" meter is pegged at full blast.
The officer who blocked us all in gets out of his squad car in the middle of the intersection and produces his shotgun. He then starts to walk up the space in between cars on my drivers side. He walks past the car in front of me, plants himself against the grill of my truck, points the shotgun at a black explorer next to me ( on my right) and orders them out of the car.
At this point I wasn't sure what to do. I thought about bailing and running but the truck was in gear with my foot on the brake. I didn't want to distract anyone, hell the assholes in the Explorer could have decided to go out in a wild west shootout fashion and I didn't want him to have to think about anything but the finger on the trigger of that 12 gauge. I also noticed another cop at the bed of my truck on my side, glock aimed over the bed. Helicopter was overhead too. Squad cars were coming from every direction at this point.
So I crouch down in the seat a little and peak over at the explorer. I don't see any hands. I'm thinking "ok here we go, it is about to be the wild west up in this bitch" and here I am sitting right next to the OK Corral with my thumb up my ass and a prayer on my lips. I look back at the guy on my hood, he yells for their hands again, I look over and see hands and they go out the sunroof. He prones them out one by one in the street. I breathe a sigh of relief but he yells for hands again and I realize there is some kid in the back seat. And I think maybe he is Wyatt Earp or some shit. Luckily he gets his hands up and they get him out and all is clear.
Mr. shotgun comes up to me after they get them cuffed and stuffed and says "They carjacked that car right down the street and (looks at my inspection) by the way your inspection is out (it is)".
I say "I was just hoping the shotgun wasn't for my inspection". He laughs and tells me to get out of there....
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