Sometimes things happen that are just so strange and improbable that all you can do is say “WTF?! I can’t believe that just happened!” Well, I had myself one of those days, or in this case, nights, yesterday. The night had all the ingredients needed for a great CSI episode: what looked to be a robbery, a fast get away car, a pair of very confused police officers and one totally innocent and confused gamer.

Find out all the incredulous details after the jump!

As I wait for my new contract, for my new job to finally arrive, I’ve been forced to take whatever work comes my way. In what can only be described as “karma laughing at me,” I found myself working the dead mans shift at a downtown office building working security. After spending my entire “up to no good” youth laughing at, harassing and generally insulting “rent-a-pigs,” I ended up sitting in front of a desk with a ridiculous sticker that said “I am security” on my shirt and a mag-lite flashlight on my hip.

It’s not a permanent gig, I’m just stepping in for a friend who wanted to stay home with his new baby boy (congrats Sammy). Not the best job in the world, but I get paid every Friday and since the building is brand new and 90% empty, all I have to do is sit at my desk for 9 hours. In reality, I’m getting paid to play Patapon on my PSP again and again. At least none of my friends can see me and Patapon never gets old…though people do look at me funny on the bus as I mumble “Pata-pon-pata-pon-FEVER!!”

Anyway, around 5am I heard a loud crash down the street. Being the semi-concerned citizen that I am, I locked up the building and rushed outside to see what was going on, PSP in hand (force of habit). I honestly thought someone had crashed their car or something equally terrible. I looked down the street and watched a tricked out Supra race away from a store front that was smashed to pieces. Still concerned that someone was hurt, I ran down the street to the trashed store. Nobody was inside and the place looked empty, I think it used to be a convenience store. About 2 minutes later the fuzz shows up.

Growing up on the “wrong side of the tracks”, I am not a big fan of the police. I do think most of them are decent, hard working people, but a select few really do make you question how thorough the screening process is to become an officer of the law. Anyway, these two cops, one of which looked like an early 90’s version of David Hasselhoff, and the other who looked like Seven of Nine from Star Trek, if she shaved her head and broke her nose, ran up to me screaming bloody murder.

“Hands against the wall! Don’t even think about running punk!”

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