From “Stranger in a Strange Land”
After escaping from the nutcase in Winter Park who had hired me to help him establish world peace, I soon found myself driving through Golden, Colorado. My head throbbed and my eyes were heavy. So incredibly tired. I had to get off the highway and sleep for a couple hours before I found myself upside down. I saw a lovely little park down a hill near a neighborhood, so I took the next exit and circled around to the park. I stacked my gear higher in the back seat so I could flatten the driver’s seat. I locked the car doors and fell into a deep sleep.
I don’t know how long I slept, maybe twenty minutes, long enough to be in that deep stage of sleep when you definitely should not be disturbed. Wham! Wham! Wham! Someone fisted my window so loudly and rudely that I nearly hit the roof. Dazed, I tried to come to and clear my vision. My heart beat fast, and my head was killing me. I peered out my window and saw a policeman with a menacing face glaring at me. He motioned for me to open my window.
I rolled down the window a few inches and looked out hesitant and shaken. “What on earth am I doing wrong?” I asked.
“Why are you parked here?” he demanded accusingly.
“Isn’t this a public park?” I answered softly.
“It is,” he replied in an ugly tone of voice designed to itimidate. “But someone in a house near the park reported that you are LIVING here. I am concerned about the safety of the children that come to this park.”
This was familiar. I had met that same condescending tone from officers after the raid in Texas. They had been suspicious and rude and accusing towards people whose only crime was to be busy all the time with normal everyday things like raising children, teaching school, weeding gardens, milking cows, and building houses.
“Why do you have tinted windows?” the officer demanded. “What are you hiding?”
“I am hiding nothing.” I replied. “I have been parked here for only a few minutes. Would you rather I keep driving tired and cause an accident for you to clean up?”
“Roll down all of your windows!” he commanded.
I did so, and he peered inside at my belongings. “You CANNOT live in this park!” he shouted.
This guy is two quarts lower than the world peace dude, I thought. I was just about finished with his nonsense.
“I am NOT living in this park,” I replied tersely. “I am looking for employment and a nice place to live. You can bet it won’t be anywhere near here.”
The officer continued to glare as he demanded my license and registration.
I handed them over, and he returned to his car to converse with two other officers, one male, and one female. Wow, I thought, I’m such a lethal threat they had to bring three cars with lights and sirens and three officers and all those weapons to protect themselves from such a dangerous criminal.
The officer returned, swaggering up to my window as though he had discovered I was a member of ISIS. “WHY is your car licensed in UTAH, your driver’s license in TEXAS, and your car registered to WARREN JEFFS?” he almost shouted.
I sighed. This guy was such a pompous idiot. Time to bring out the big guns and do battle.