Alibi
Have you ever watched the news when they give out a description of the criminal on the run? Aren’t you relieved when the description doesn’t match you or the car you drive?
I know it is necessary to put this information out to aid in the capture of someone, but what if you match the description? How do you prove it wasn’t you?
I knew a guy who looked like the composite drawing of David Berkowitz, the Son of Sam Killer. He said it was a real pain in the ass.
posted by The Guy Who Writes This at 4:54 AM
8 Comments:
My sister-in-law was held at the border for hours because they thought she might be Patty Hearst. (I'm talking years ago, of course.) And she did and does look like Patty. All she had was a student card for I.D. Quite the harrowing experience for a young (and innocent) girl.
Memories of driving through Kingman Arizona in a car bearing B C plates and having police (make that pohhhleese) cars appearing out of nowhere with guns drawn...including shotguns...cool hand Luke mirrored glasses... pot bellied...spread eagled...hands on car...and a drawling voice saying "moooove one more timmmme boy and I'm liiiiiable to bloooow your leg offffff. Damn...I may have told you this story already. "We thoooooght you wassssss form Marylannnnnd. Have a gooooood day now youall..." and it was a good day cause they didn't find the stash. I think you may have been hung and quartered back then for pot possession...or if lucky, the death penalty. Welcome to the Uuuuuuuuu Ssssssssss of Aaaaaaa. Never thought I would live long enough to see the Merican dollar be worth .95 cents Canehdian. Still wanna move here Guy? Eh?
I had a laminated notarized letter in the glove box of my old datsun hatch back to prove I wasn't a wanted hit and run driver. It didn't stop the cops from pulling me over, making me stick my hands out the window, out of the car, face down on the asphalt, etc, but it got it over faster. After the second time it was just flat boring.
I must have one of those ultra recognizable faces (...well that, or it's just plain ol' dull or something...but that doesn't sound so great lol). If I had a dime for every time someone came up to me and swore they knew me from somewhere....well suffice to say...I'd likely be spending the rest of my days on a beach somewhere sippin' on pina coladas!!
Strange you'd post this today. Got a call last Thursday from #2 son who lives near the N.H. line. He got pulled over 3 times in the 40 mile drive home from work. Seems he was almost a double for a N.H. bank robber. To make matters worse, he had on similar clothes and his car matched the one the suspect left in. Thankfully, they caught the real robber a few hours later in Boston.
Moosehead, big lawsuits brewing here by Canadians who want to purchase new vehicles here. Seems the dealers are prohibited from selling new ones to them by the manufacturers, under threat of loss of dealerships. grrrrrrrr
Credit to the photographer, please: Diane Arbus
My grandpa was arrested in the 1930s for looking too much like John Dillinger. He carried the article covering his arrest around with him until he died. He thought it was great!
Ahh-Haa I'm not alone in this fear. You readers amaze me.
Though it was kind of cool dating a woman who looked like Meryl Streep for a while back in the day.
Rich, did you read my pieces on Krims last year? He and I discussed Arbus.
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