A couple weekends ago, Malik and I were at a friend's house playing Guitar Hero into the wee hours of a Friday night. We left their house around 1 or 2am and decided to call in an order to the local 24 hour restaurant, Ken's Corner Grill. We arrived at Ken's pretty quickly; before our order would have been ready so we decided to sit in Malik's truck for a few. While we were sitting in the truck a cop car pulled into the parking lot behind us. Malik and I didn't really think anything of it- we've seen cops eating at Ken's multiple times late at night. This cop, however, just sat behind Malik's truck and didn't pull into a parking spot. A few minutes later, this cop turns on his lights and the big giant spotlight, comes over the loud speaker, and says "Driver turn the ignition off and put your hands out the window!" Well, Malik's driver side window is broken so I roll mine down and scream, "The driver side window is broken!" So, the cop kept repeating himself, I kept repeating myself. Finally the cop (genius) says, "Driver, roll down the back passenger window, and put your hands out!" Christ! It was like playing Twister. Then the cop tells me, the renegade passenger, to put my hands out my window. As soon as I did that, he approached Malik's side and asked him to come to the back of the truck. I couldn't hear what they were saying. A few minutes later, a cop standing about 5 feet behind the truck (I guess I looked dangerous), yells for me to get out and step to the back of the truck. I get out, walk to the back of the truck. It is at this time, I realize that there are now FIVE cop cars surrounding Malik's truck- all with their spot lights on us. Those of you reading this that are from Fort Thomas, now know that Smyrna police have nothing to do just like Fort Thomas cops. FIVE cop cars, are you kidding me?! So, I' m at the back of the truck. Malik is standing next to me. I do not know what came over me, as I'm usually the respectful, yes sir yes ma'am, polite type when it comes to law enforcement but it must have been all the Guitar Hero and wanting to be a rockstar, I looked at the cop closest to me and said, very tersely, "what is all this about?" He responded by asking me if I had any weapons on me. Yeah, you know me, always carrying around weapons. I said no, and he promptly decided to search me, spread eagle across the back of the truck. Nice. Finally, two of the FIVE cops started to explain that there had been a shooting in the area and a truck similar to Malik's had been involved. Please explain to me what kind of genuis would be involved in a shooting and then go order some food at Ken's Corner Grill and sit in the parking lot?! No one! The cops couldn't deduce by those actions alone that they had the wrong truck? LORD! Looks like none of these guys will be applying for an FBI post anytime soon.
Anyway, the cops (ever so nicely) let me go inside Ken's, as it was pretty cold out that night, and pick up our food. Apparently, a few minutes later they apologized to Malik and Malik came inside, we picked up our late night snack, and Bonnie and Clyde went home.