So, for the first time in my life, I got hassled by a cop today, without ANY cause.
I’m on the train, coming back from some volunteer work in Philadelphia. I’m volunteering in a warehouse for a charity that does lots of foreign aid - sending relief packages to various regions that need them. A lot of what I"m doing is sorting and folding donated clothing. It’s very dusty, etc, bad air quality in said warehouse. I have bad allergies, and forgot my allergy meds today. Thus, after about four hours of being in the warehouse, my eyes were pretty irritated, and my sinuses were all screwy. Then, on the train, someone in that car was wearing way too much cheap cologne, which did NOT help. It was also very crowded, and as I don’t like sharing seats with Strange Public Transportation Folk, I chose to stand by the doors. No problems, other than my own allergies. I’m not bothering anyone.
And then, at the first stop in Camden, a uniformed police officer gets on. He, also, chooses to remain standing, across the vestibule from me. After a moment, I notice he is very carefully watching me. Okay - I doubt he’s sizing me up to tell if I’m a violent wanted criminal, since I’m five feet tall, just over a hundred pounds, and look quite harmless. I decide to do something about this, as it’s making me pretty uncomfortable - so I look him in the eyes. According to the Laws of Public Transportation, this means quite clearly, “I know you’re staring, stop it.”
Officer Pig-Ass speaks. “Have you been smoking pot.”
I’m stunned. Have I entered an alternate dimension in which this is somehow acceptable? “Uh, I’m sorry, what?”
Officer Pig-Ass: “WHy are your eyes all red?”
Me: “I’ve been working in a dusty warehouse for the past four hours. I’ve got bad allergies.” I’m not sure why I even bothered to answer - that gave the wrong impression that I acknowledged his existance as a vaguely-sentient person.
Officer Pig-Ass: “Where?” His tone made it clear that it wasn’t just a curious question.
Ooookay. Since when can I be fucking interogated just because someone has a badge? I respond: “Unless I’m arrested and have a lawyer, I’m not going to talk to you, because, quite honestly, you’re apparently an asshole.”
At this point, the questioning ceased, but he kept. fucking. staring. at. me. We were just pulling into a stop, so I got off the train, and waited for the next one, which took ten fucking minutes.
Oh no! A teenager! Her eyes look red! She must be a horrible baby-killing pothead! Lets harrass her just for kicks! Because I have a fucking badge, so it’s OK! Jesus, do they intentionally find the STUPIDEST, MOST FUCKING RUDE ASSHOLES in the city of Camden and give them a gun and cuffs? Lesson one in How To Function in Polite Society: Don’t walk up to random people and ask if they’re stoned!
And now I really wish that I’d gotten his name so I could lodge a complaint…not that it would do any good, I’m betting they tend to ‘look after their own’. Fuckheads.