i once spent 5 hrs in the pokey for a 5 dollar cold check.
and i didn't even get like...really "arrested." stupid county sheriff
calls my house at 7 a.m. one weekday morning
and tells me to come on down and be arrested!!
i'm all like "hey! wait a minute, i know my rights! i didn't get a 20 day
notice letter!!"
he says, "ok, you're right. we'll call you back when we've looked into that."
next morning, bright and early, county sheriff calls back and says
"well, looks like your roomate wrote on the letter that you didn't
live there. come on down and be arrested!"
what happened is...
i was on my way to the med center to work one afternoon and realized
i didn't have cash for dinner. so i stopped at a liquor store where my friend's boyfriend, Les, worked. my friend Barb had worked there a for a while too and we used to party with Les and some of the other employees there so...like ALL the employees knew me, and Les was the manager.
i was supposed to move in with Barb but decided not to but when i wrote
the check for cash to the liquor store, i crossed out my old address
and wrote Barb's on the check. it was that weekend that i decided not
to move in with Barb. she and i had a falling out.
i also didn't know that by the time the five dollar check was presented
at my bank for payment i would be overdrawn.
so when that happened, freakin LES sent the freakin thing to the county sheriff's office where such things were normally sent, RATHER than calling me. Les, brilliant guy that he was, didn't realize that CYNDI is short for LUCINDA so he didn't connect the name with me. likely story! whatever.
anyway...the really nasty part is that the 20 Day Notification thing that comes to you is a 20 day notice to take care of the cold check or go to jail,
it went to BARB'S apartment.
she's the one who wrote on the envelope that i was "not at this address."
so.
i had to go down to the county jail and be arrested.
they did not strip search me as i was terrified they would.
the trustee guys rolled cigs to us girls under the door of
the holding cell where i spent the five longest hours of my life.
five hours in the pokey for a five dollar cold check.
how bad does that suck?