In GQ the question “Are there really police line-ups?” is asked. At least one person there had been in one.
I am so often confused for someone else that I have always dreaded being in a lineup… especially since I live alone and would have difficulty proving where I was on such-and-such a night.
If you have been in a lineup, share your experience.
Nearly.
When I was at college a cop came into our Common Room and said he’d pay guys £10 for an hour’s work being in a lineup. I said “sure why not” but my hair was the wrong colour.
My buddy who had black hair was picked and he said the experience was terrible: he shat himself because he and four other wussy students had to share a waiting room with a psycho guy who’d (allegedly) stabbed someone while relieving them of their wallet. And there was no doubt who was the (alleged) perp, either to the line-up guys, or, as it turned out, to the victim.