I got in a bicycle accident on my way home, and somehow managed to get myself home (I don't remember this part) with my face pretty much split open. So, I called 911, and an ambulance and some cops came. The cops asked him some questions.
He freaked out. I got this lecture the next day about how he didn't sign up for this, how I needed to keep his name out of my trouble, how I'm bad news, etc.
I couldn't help but think that talking to the police meant something very, very different where he's from than where I am.
Reminds me of the time I called the police to report an attempted break-in. An hour later they showed up and immediately ran my ID for warrants, I assume. Now I'm on the defensive because even if I wanted to call the police I probably won't.
I got in a bicycle accident on my way home, and somehow managed to get myself home (I don't remember this part) with my face pretty much split open. So, I called 911, and an ambulance and some cops came. The cops asked him some questions.
He freaked out. I got this lecture the next day about how he didn't sign up for this, how I needed to keep his name out of my trouble, how I'm bad news, etc.
I couldn't help but think that talking to the police meant something very, very different where he's from than where I am.
Food for thought.