The Night I was Arrested

Gasp!!! If you know me very well, I know you are gasping as you read the title of my blog. Well it is true, and with a Felony at that! It makes for an incredible story that must be documented....

Where should I start? Lets see, back in 2003 my future husband and I were remodeling our first house in The Colony. After work I went to the house, changed and went for a run and then proceeded to sand all the door jams in our new/old home with an electric sander. At about midnight, exhausted, covered in sweat and saw dust I drove home to my apartment in Denton. I was so tired and could not wait to get into the shower when I saw red and blue lights in my rear view mirror. Apparently, I had been a little too anxious to get home. The officer routinely took my license and insurance and went back to his car. I must have dozed off for a little while, but it sure seemed to take him a long time with my info. Whatever, I just want to take a shower and go to bed. I will deal with the ticket tomorrow.

When the officer came back to my window he said, "Miss Hill there is a warrant out for your arrest and I need you to step out of the car".

"What," I screeched!!!!

"Why!" I was very awake now! I looked in my rear view mirror an there were now like three cop cars behind me. What is going on. This is so surreal.

The officer said there was a warrant out for my arrest for theft by check in Hockley county. What?! I had taken care of all that stuff a long time ago...

Ok, so I guess I need to go back a little farther... In may of 2001 I met a high school friend and we talked a long time in the parking lot and after exchanging email addresses, etc., I ended up leaving my wallet/day timer/container of all my valid information (i.e. checkbook, social security card, DL, etc.) on the roof of my car when I drove off. Did I say I was 18 at the time and this "friend" was a long time crush... I didn't exactly have all my wits about me.... anyway someone picked up my wallet/day timer/container of all valuable information out of the middle of 34th Street in Lubbock TX and waited an entire year before starting to write checks with my long since canceled checkbook. I told the bank and the Lubbock Police department what had happened, but I still started getting letters from all kinds of places that I had written and insufficient check and with every single merchant, I would have to go get some affidavit notarized saying that I did not write those checks. It was down right annoying. Especially when I would see that the checks were for like $32 at sonic... Who spends $30 at sonic and who writes a check?! Ugh.... I became really good friends with the notary at my bank. I swear I was in there every week.

Eventually the letters stopped coming, or so I thought. but it turns out they could no longer find me, because I was in the season of a college student's life where I moved every six months and in my very independent mind, I did not feel it was necessary to keep my parents address as my permanent address because I would not be moving back there till hell froze over... I was so young and so arrogant.... Anyways it turns out the perp did not only write checks in Lubbock County, but they traveled to the next county and wrote checks in Hockley county, but those letters never found me and Hockley county put a warrant out for my arrest for Theft by Check.

So, back to the officer outside my car door telling me he has to arrest me... I was in disbelief! I got out of the car and there were a whole slew of other cop cars that had pulled up for back up. They were about to arrest the biggest baddest hot check writer of the decade! I was completely numb as the female officer frisked me and handcuffed me! I could not believe this was happening to me - the most by the book person any one knows. I don't even lie well. I have a conscience bigger than George Washington's and here I am getting arrested. My parents will be mortified. Once in the back of the officers car behind his plate glass partition, I chuckle through my tears that this will make a funny story someday... Then my phone rang in my purse in the front seat of the car. It was Mike calling to see if I had made it home OK as I usually called him to let him know I made it home. The officer kindly answered the phone and told Mike what was going on, where I was going, and how much my bond was so Mike could start working on getting me out. It certainly pays to use your "yes sirs and ma'am" that officer did not have to talk to Mike and could have just let me go through the system like any other criminal and wait for my one phone call.

As kind as the officer was, he still had to do his job so I still got thrown into the drunk tank full of other neredowells. Most were sitting out tickets, or drunk, but there was one girl in there accused of murder. Oh dear! I pulled my big girl orange pants up and prepared for the worst. There were several girls in this 12x12 concrete room with a drain in the center and a not so private toilet who had been in this room for days awaiting transfer to general population. They were hoarding toilet paper as cushions because there were no beds and everyone was sleeping on the concrete floor! Oh dear! My white bred Pollyanna follow the rules ass was not prepared for this. How long was I going to have to be in here???

Not for long, thank goodness.. Mike was able to act quickly and bail me out. According to Michael I was only in the jail cell for 30 minutes, but it felt like 10 hours. I cried as they were releasing me. The bailiff said your not supposed to cry as you are being released from jail. I said only if you were never supposed to be in here in the first place.

Mike took me home and I took the longest shower ever.

With a few phone calls and another trip to the notary, all the charges were dropped and I have been lucky to have had no other issues with identy theft. Knock on wood....

I'm still waiting for this to become a funny story. I guess it is funny to watch folks gasp and their eyes go wide with shock to hear that I had been arrested. It is also funny to hear Mike say he will never bail me out of jail again.

I did learn a few valuable lessons about carrying so much information with me. I never carry a check book and I check my credit report often. I do not wish this story on anyone.