Ever been someone's alibi?

In My Humble Opinion
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So, there’s this bar.:smiley:

I’ve stopped in every Wednesday for the past three years. There used to be a glass give away on Wednesdays, and it was my excuse for midweek inebriation. Over the years, a group of guys in their 20s to 60s have copied my habit. There are about 12 regulars who consider us “kayaker’s group”. We had a meeting last night.

Earlier today my cellphone rang. Caller ID showed it to be “Joe”, one of the regulars. I answered, curious to see what was up. Turns out the voice I heard was a stereotypical shrill harpy voice, “WHO IS THIS???!!! WERE YOU WITH JOE LAST NIGHT???”

I replied, “Umm. . .who is this?”

“YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHO THIS IS!!!”

I hung up and turned off my phone.

Now, I will not see “Joe” again until next Wednesday, if ever. I have no idea where he lives,and I want no part of shrill harpy. I’m thinking I’m his alibi for ???.

In my shoes what would you do (besides change your socks)?

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If it was a friend, I would do it. But, I would double check just to make sure.

For a casual acquaintance like this, I would probably do what you did and tell Joe to leave me out of it in the future.

If it was the police, I’d have to tell the truth.

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“Yes, I was. It was wonderful. Who is this?”

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When I was a kid one of my friends was tormenting the woman who lived next door by singing songs about what she was doing. “Hey, lady in the backyard, pulling those weeds, cutting that grass.” He’d do it all the time and she got fed up with it and went to my friend’s mother. His mother turned to me and said, “If Gus says it’s not true, it’s not true. Was he singing songs about her, Gus?” Of course I said that he wasn’t and my friend’s mother was satisfied that her son was innocent. I learned a lot of things that day, not the least of which was that I would be able to get away with all sorts of shit because people trusted me.

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So… was “Joe” with you last night?

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Years ago my then current boyfriend got a DWI. He was parked on the side of the road and he wanted me to lie and say I had been driving, we got into an argument, and I left him there and walked home.
I refused to do it, and it wouldn’t have been believable anyway, since I was living in Baltimore and he was living in Delaware. Not that I would have had to walk to Baltimore but I would have had to walk to his house, then driven to Baltimore and made it to work in time the next morning.
Doesn’t matter I’m not going to perjure myself for anybody.

I got pushed into it one time by a family member and I didn’t appreciate it one bit. It put me in a rough spot. If I told the truth it would have caused a lot of trouble for a family member, maybe even cost her her job, but I wasn’t going to lie either. I answered all the questions honestly but if the investigator had been paying closer attention he would have caught on to what I wasn’t saying. If he had pushed I would have said more, but he didn’t, so I didn’t. The guilty party was very very lucky I was living in the city and most of my neighbors viewed any officials with suspicion and hostility. I came home from work to find a group of them waiting for me to let me know that I was under investigation and that they had refused to talk. The investigator confirmed that nobody would talk to him. I think they rattled him so much that he just wanted to get it over with.
This was years ago and I still get pissed at what they did.
They had no business whatsoever of dragging me into it.

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Joe was there from x pm to y pm for some values of x and y, but I’m not his fucking mother and I didn’t keep track.:smiley:

I’m not about to give so much as the time of day to the bitch that called me, though, and I’ll explain that to Joe in no uncertain terms if we ever meet again.

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I do not lie. Ever. Too many problems in my past associated with lying, so I gave it up.

I will keep my mouth shut if I have no reason to speak.

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When I was in high school, I had a friend who started associating with some kind of rough kids (alcohol and drugs, low grades, dating men in their late 20s who were often married, that kind of thing). She would often stay out with them until the wee hours, and the friendship ended because (among other things) I found out she was telling her parents that she was with me, because her parents figured that if she was with me, she couldn’t be getting into too much trouble even if it was 3am.

:smack:

Fortunately, she wised up and stopped hanging around with them before she got into too much trouble, but yeah, our friendship was over. I ran into her several years after we graduated, and we didn’t have anything to say to each other. :frowning:

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OK, went on to My Verizon and blocked Joe’s number. Able to turn my phone back on.:cool:

I found my divorce attorney’s business card and put it in my wallet. I’ll give it to Joe if I see him Wednesday.

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But… How do you know Bozuit isn’t the shrill harpy?

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Post wasn’t all caps, duh.

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My brother tried this shit once. Very awkward for me.

He told his girlfriend that he was at my house when he wasn’t. I had no idea. It was on his birthday.

His girlfriend calls and asks for my address. She want to send flowers to him. Umm. Huh? Why don’t you send them to his house? He’s not here. Why would you send them to me? And besides, I live way in the boonies. We don’t get deliveries here. Confused the shit out of me for a moment.

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Now I’m curious about what shit Joe might be in to warrant shrill harpy accessing his phone, finding me in his contacts, and calling me in all caps. Unless that’s just how she rolls.

BTW, image search for “shrill harpy”.:smiley:

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I got a guy off some bad stuff because he had a good lawyer. No, wait, he had a smart lawyer.

The guys alibi was that he was parked and making out with his girlfriend.

Well, the lawyer knew that in our business were would expose film before a job, after a job & at the end of the roll.

The date & time is on every frame.

He came & asked if we might have been over a certain area on a certain date. I rememberd one day that we might have been coming back over that area but was not sure when we did the run off of film.

Went & looked at that roll and sure enough while we were quite low we were going right over that spot, got the picture of a car that you could tell thre year & make. Those shots were about 1½ years old.

He was where he said he was with enough proof the police had to at least start looking at other possibilities. Turns out it was not him after all because of that picture which was too much of a coincidence to be ignored.

Been an expert witness a few times on MJ charges and had to describe my part in what was found were & when.

One time we flew this one place for the prosecution and the next day the defense had us fly it for them. We did and also could prove that we made both flights and when each picture was taken.

We would have been toast if we had just taken their money and gave them the same picture.

That was something that came up a lot when dealing with realtors and engineering companies dealing with developing property. Funding would fall through and the next month a different outfit would start over. So we would got out & re-survey, re-fly, re-map the same ground. The end product belongs to the one who ordered it & we would not sell their product to another.

The film we took of the Murray Building in OKC helped with that case too. The FBI came to us for that. Got’er done but for them wanting us to do it, we sure had to jump through a lot of hoops.

Being a witness from an airplane can be fun some days.

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On first read I thought you flew over Neverland Ranch, then reread and figured out you meant cannabis.:wink:

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Given America’s missionary zeal for throwing people in prison as the first resort to civil inconvenience, I would do everything I reasonably could to derail what is snickeringly called justice, unless I believed that the party involve had actually done something of such a heinous bent that incarceration might be a useful and appropriate tool.

But to answer the OP’s question, no, it hasn’t happened.

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There was this couple I knew casually from baseball and Boy Scouts. When they broke up, the husband told me how much he resented me because his wife spent so much time with me. :confused: It turns out she had been carrying on an affair for quite some time, claiming she was with me at Tupperware parties, planning meetings for Scouts, shopping, going out for girl’s nights and so on. She was quite the inventive liar, and to this day I have no idea why she used me like that.

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So, I don’t understand why you didn’t say exactly this to the harpy, adding “so don’t call me again.” I mean, seems easier to say two sentences than to block phone numbers and crap.

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She did not call, politely explain who she was and why she was calling. I said hello, expecting Joe, only to have her start screaming. I’ve never met her!! Fuck that noise.

So, last night Mike called me. (Mike, not “Mike”. The NSA is gonna know). He called to gloat over the fact that he is a teacher and summer starts in a few days. He also told me that “Joe” called him and told him the basics of what happened and how embarrassed he is. Mike said he told Joe to pay for my beers next Wednesday and hope that I’m not too pissed. WooHoo!:smiley: