“I never made the connection before.”
My crazy neighbor was suing me. To make their case look better they decided they’d accuse me of trying to threaten their “little children.” (That’s the statutory language for getting a restraining order in Florida. Their kids were strapping big teenagers.) I got home from work and did not change out of my formal shirt, slacks and tie as I was busy working on something. A knock sounded at my door. It was a deputy with his gun partially drawn. He took one look at me, relaxed and dropped his gun back in his holster. He told me what I’d been accused of, looking in my neighbor’s little children’s windows.” It was roughly 6 pm and still bright out. I asked when this had occurred. He said, “two hours ago.” I said, “Well, let’s go check my cameras to see if I left the house.” I proved I hadn’t left the house. But after that, I kept a formal shirt near the door and a tie all ready to drop on and snug up. I think that shirt and tie saved me from getting drawn-down on. (They refused to arrest them for a false report as it was just “one of those neighborhood disputes.”)
Wow.