Where do you live
Very recently, after pulling into a bank parking lot at night to just cool off a bit, a police car pulls up behind me. An officer approaches and rudely taps my window with his flash light instead of knocking on the glass with his hand.
The tapping made a loud enough sound and was hard enough to crack my window. I calmly roll down my window and he asks what I am doing to which I respond that I am sitting. He doesn’t seem very satisfied with my answer and asks if I want to elaborate to which I say no. He then proceeds to tell me that I should elaborate so he doesn’t have to “whip out the handcuffs” because it looks like I am planning to rob the bank. If I was in a better mood, I may have laughed but instead I stared blankly at him and said I am not planning on robbing the bank.
The officer seemingly irritated asks where I live so I tell him a couple of miles north of some street. He then asks me again and I give him the intersection at which he gets angry and asks me if I am purposely trying to piss him off. I tell him no, do you want my address? He asked where I live, not what my address is. So I tell him my address and he suggests I drive a mile out of the city and he leaves. Possibly the dumbest police situation I have ever been in.
Please don’t use your flashlight to tap on my window!
