Today at work it was about 2 p.m. and I've been cleaning fuel filters and gas tanks all day. A trooper pulls in to the parking lot and the cop steps out of the car, and walks over to me with a look of absolute disgust, and hucks a glorious loogie over on one of my worker's bench.
He continued to walk over to me and ask me how my day was, what I've been doing, and if I saw any of my workers doing illegal or suspicious activities. Of course, I answered him with the respect due, until he flat out called me a liar, and arsonist, while calling his partner over. Once his partner comes over, they confront me with the "problem", which was that the store next to me (Indian owned, corner store, the usual ha-beeb dirtbag owner) saw me "dumping the gas from my gas tanks in the street and continuing to light the gasoline on fire", while of course this was not true, I had my brother-in-law who I had been doing most of the work today with come over to support me because the cops (of course) didn't believe me.
Of course, after 20 or so minutes of arguing with minimal respect shown to me and my brother in law, I became pretty frustrated. I was keeping calm most of the time, but once the driver called me a liar, arsonist, and that all of us mechanics are the same low-class pigs, I lost it. Sadly, our shop does not have a surveillance system for the outside portion of the shop, but that doesn't mean one (probably illegal), Indian store owner who rips my guys off on cigarettes all of the time should have a more convincing statement than about 5 or 6 full time workers (all born in the States), who have clean records. Obviously these cops need to show some respect to the guys who fix their squad cars most of the time (we get plenty of police vehicles in need of tune ups), especially when the store across the street claims to have seen nothing like that the whole day.
Yes, I was dumping gas, BUT it was on MY property, no it was not lit on fire...at all. The only sort of embers the entire day was the torch once and 2 cigarrettes. Anyway, after the pigs left I walked over to the corner store, walked in the door only to find the store owner giving me a dirty look. In all my rage, I can guarantee there was nothing nice, but I can recall various names that I didn't even know existed before. After I walked out of the store, the owner speechless, a cop car caught my eye across the street in the parking lot, looking directly at me. I just came home 20 minutes ago, and the whole rest of the day the cops had nothing better to do but watch me and my guys. On my way out, they told me to have a nice day and to expect them bright and early tomorrow... I know this is probably irrelevant to most of you guys, but I just needed to get it off my chest because I know the wife does NOT want to hear it..