Story time.
Time #1.
I was at an Iraq war protest, and accidentally stumbled onto a military base. We were protesting outside of the base, and I guess I looked the part of a guy who should be in the military and it was one of those bases that was 1/2 town, 1/2 military base. After I realized what had happened, I attempt to extract myself from the base before anybody noticed because I had a feeling I wasn't really supposed to be where I was, and saying I'd gone for a site seeing tour probably wouldn't work. Unfortunately, somebody with a gun noticed that I was pretty lost. SO, long story short. I got the gun pointed at me, and then, luckily, they didn't arrest me, and escorted me off the base with some friends - then they invited me to enlist if I quit being a "hippy".
The second time was only a few weeks ago. I was sitting in my car, texting, waiting on my child's mother to drop him off after her weekend with him (we meet in a grocery store parking lot). I was in the process of sending her a text to find out why she was so late, when I noticed a distinct blue-berry and cherry themed light show going on. I look out my window to see what had happened, and the guy hadn't been using his siren, and had his gun drawn on me sitting in my car. Luckily for me, I'm white, so when I jumped, due to being startled, he didn't instantly end me. He yelled at me to get out of the car *now*. I did so. He directed me to lean against the back of the car. Of course, the thought going through my mind, as a person whose been arrested a few times, is that this is decidedly less courteous than my previous experiences. So, as he was code-talking into his radio, I said "did I forget my turn signal, or was it my less-than-immaculate parking job?" He looked at me irritatedly, and went back to code talking with one hand on the radio and the other on his gun.
Then he said "where is XXX Jones" and I said "who?" and he looked at me in a very frustrated way. He then said "your passenger!" I said "I literally haven't left my house in 2 days, and I drove here by myself" he then said "so you don't know any xxx Jones?" and I said "I've never heard the name before in my life." So he asks if I have any ID. I tell him it's in the console of my car, and tell him he's welcome to get it if he would like, or I could get it exceedingly slowly.
I decided to do a slow motion license grab, and then handed it to him. At this point he looks extremely confused. He says "Do we have anything on a (my name)?" He looks at me and says "you have any reason to think you've got some warrants out on you?" I respond, "I hope not - I just play video games and read most days." His dispatcher informs him that I'm not the one he's looking for, and that he pulled over (I was parked but hey, she couldn't have known) the wrong car.
He then apologized no less than 3 times. He then noticed my last name, which happens to be a privileged name in this part of the Indiana, and apologized once more. I asked what the deal was.
He said that there had just been a bank robbery, and somebody had reported the get away car as being rather similar to the car I was driving, but that he'd obviously made a mistake somewhere along the line. Then he got back in his car, drove across the street to a restaurant, and watched me for the next 20 minutes. The aforementioned bank robbers are still at large. But thankfully our brave patrolman was hot on the trail of watching me do nothing in my car irritatedly waiting for 20 minutes.
Thankfully, baby momma' was incredibly late so my son wasn't subjected to seeing me held at gun point.