Unfortunate Police Run-Ins: Two Mini Stories

I figured that this picture would properly express the nature of these two mini stories. They involve the two run-ins that happened before and after Unfortunate Police Run-Ins: Forever LSU. They were short, and involved the police doing their job.

Diary of a Scared Black Woman

It was a Sunday in May of 09, and I was preparing myself for a 600 mile drive to Georgia. It would be my second time to go, but this time I would be accepting my current job and school position. As with ever other story I've told, my phone was not working (bill needed to be paid), so I was only able to receive phone calls. About the 6 hour mark of my 10-ish hour drive, I receive a phone call from the lovely and amazing Sabina. But some how, I missed the call. I couldn't call her back, nor could I check the voicemail. In my logical goodness, I could only think that she was calling to see what time I would arrive to her domicile. So at hour 9, when I reached her city, I decided to go straight to her house.

At this time, she lived in a complex and lived in the very back of it. I hated going over all of those speed bumps, but a small price to pay to see one of my best friends. I finally make it, and do not see her car. I don't much of it because the complex is big and it could be anywhere. I go to her door, and I knock. No answer. So I use the little door knocker and try again. Still nothing. I was thinking that either two things needed to happen. 1)Knock harder because she is in the back and can't hear the knocking or 2)jiggle the handle to see if the door is unlock, and if it is, call out to my dear friend. I go for both options. The louder knocking yielded no results, and the door was locked. At that point, I just assume she is not there. (Note: this whole ordeal takes about 90 seconds, which was 30 seconds too long)

I go to my car and find a napkin and a pen, and write Sabina a note. I tell her that I came by, and that my phone was off and that she should call Bradley because I was going to his house, and anything else random I would put in a note. After I am done, I go back to her door, and place the note on her door knocker. I get back in my car, and I leave. I notice that when I finally reach the front of the complex and was exiting out of the gate, a cop car was entering. I remember this because I like to take notice of cop car paint styles in different cities, and because I had to frantically place my seat belt on (I promise I wear it, just after I'm moving so I feel safe. If I put it on before I drive, I feel trapped and suffocated).

I drive my last hour to my destination. When I reach Bradley's place, he greets me at the door. The first thing he says to me? "Sabina called the cops on you." WAIT WHAT!?!?! Yes, my dear friend Sabina was in the apartment the entire time. Instead of going to the door and looking at the peep hole, or asking who the person at the door may be (like a normal person), she did the only logical thing one could do and call the police. Yes, the officer I saw on my way out was the officer "coming to get me". The officer also found the note on her door and asked her if she knew who I was based from it. Then he proceeded to laugh at her.

Thanks a lot Sabina, now I can't go out in Atlanta.

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For those of you who need to do things chronologically: Unfortunate Police Run-Ins: Forever LSU

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Hometown Glory

After the LSU graduation, I worked a few days at the Chili's in Ruston. At this point in my life, I was not in contact with my family due to some personal life BLCs (they did nothing wrong, they just stressed me out. We've all been there, right?) Because I wasn't officially at that store, I was not placed on the schedule. So I decided it was finally time to go home. I had been traveling all over the place and maybe it was time to stop in and state that I was okay, and that I would be living in Georgia for a minimum of 2 years. So I return home at night and greet my parents. They seemed to be excited to see me and had questions, but overall good return home.

The next morning, Annette got up and went to work, and my dad had the day off. I was lounging around in pajama shorts and LSU t-shirt, just trying to figure out what I could do for the summer. I was talking to my good friend Sam in Oklahoma as she was having me fill out paper work to work at a camp in Oklahoma that summer with her county. I definitely remember her asking me "You don't have a record do you? haha" when there was a knock at the door. I get up from the computer and answer to door, to see, you guessed it, the police.

Cop: Is Antoine Jefferson here?
Me: Yes sir, I am he.
Cop: Okay. You're under arrest for an unpaid ticket. We're going to let you go get dressed and then you come with us.
Me: Ummm....okay.

I didn't even fight it, I knew exactly what ticket they were talking about. I got the ticket on my way to Lauren's parents' house in February. My transmission was slipping, so any momentum I had I wanted to keep. I went down this hill in a neighborhood, and I got clocked going 34 in a 25. Also important to note that when I got stopped, my car overheated and broke: in front of the house.

I go to the back of the house to where my things are and put on pants. I go outside to the car, and they have to handcuff me. Of course I had to ask the obvious question: "Do you have to handcuff me? I'm not going anywhere, I'm pretty compliant." He stated that its procedure and he apologizes. Personally, I felt that he shouldn't have apologized and just had gone to get bigger hand cuffs because the ones he used were too small. He squeezes my wrists of awesomeness into the cuffs and shuts them. Then its time to go into the back seat of the car. I don't know if you have ever been in the back seat of a police vehicle, but its definitely not made for people of my gigantic stature. What do I do? Dive in head first of course. I lay across the back seat for the entire car ride there.

Once I get to the police station, the first person I see is one of my cousins. She's a police officer. Had no idea. She asks me why I'm here AND when I got back in town haha. She instantly calls my mother who is 30 miles away and can't do anything from there. My mother then calls her sister (my aunt) to come get me out of jail.

Meanwhile... another cousin who listens to police scanners hears my name over the scanner and calls my dad. My dad, by the way, was in the house the entire time, and had been sleeping in the main bedroom in the far back. So he gets up and he makes his trek to the police station (unbeknownst to me).

As I'm sitting in the cell, thinking about the fact that I didn't get a phone call, my aunt shows up with my ticket payment to get me out of jail. My cousin had told me my aunt was coming to get me, but I had no idea which aunt it was going to be. Any would have been fine, but it was the one aunt I didn't even think of that appeared. I hug her and tell her thank you. We chat for all of 30 seconds when my dad pulls up in my car. My dad says hey to my aunt and asks how much it was. I tell him, and he gives my aunt the money. She says goodbye, and my dad makes me drive home. Most amazing thing about that portion was not only was he not angry, he was laughing about it, which was the complete opposite response I expected.

I finally make it back to the computer to answer Sam's question: "Well, not anymore". ~!Antoine!~