After what may have been a contrived incident of road rage on someone else's part, I was arrested by the Jefferson County Sheriff's Department this morning for possessing a loaded handgun in my vehicle without a permit. The other guy (the one exhibiting the road rage) was, as far as I know, not ticketed for anything. In fact, the Deputy, one nasty piece of work named Cornelius, told me loudly to "shut my . . . hole" when I asked about it. At no time was I impolite or contemptuous.
I was cuffed, arrested, and taken downtown by another far more professional, even kindly, deputy and booked on a $1000 bail, but then let go a couple hours later on a signature bond. The worst part of it is that our only car was impounded, towed, and we are still awaiting word on where, when and how much it will be to pick it up. At the time I was on the way back home from my doctor's appointment by way of the route I always take.
The stint in the jail holding cell was interesting. The wall and ceiling art made of carvings (how did THEY get a knife in there?), excremental scrawlings (swastikas, of course), paint peelings (the head of the devil was particularly well done) and toilet paper papier mache were quite inventive.
As I said, they let me go after getting my photo, fingerprints and signature.
Boy, is Rosey going to be pissed. Strike that. She's already pissed. I may live this down in another five or ten years. Upon expert friendly advice, I will have nothing more to say in this venue about the facts of the case.
PS: My pistol will be returned tomorrow. . . without the rounds. (Seized ammunition is used by the Jefferson County Sheriff's Department for practice -- and if not it almost always goes home with a well-connected deputy -- and it is almost never returned. Even if the charges are dropped. Even if we're talking about cases of ammo in the same situation.)