Ok, this morning started like any other morning since I've begun to seek a second career and going to school for radiography technology. Usual wake up @ 0600, SSS, coffee, raise the flag, then poke around on the computer before going to my only class on thursday's. Make some early telephone calls, return an email or two, and then head out for class. Class get's canceled since the professor is ill and their is notice on the door, so I head back home to use the day for lab preparation study for an exam next week.
Suddenly the door bell buzzer rings. We have an entry hall way into the building of our town homes. Instead of depressing the button on the wall to speak to the outside I simply depress the "unlock" button allowing the person or persons to enter the building. This is common as people usually lock them selves out of the building when taking garbage out etc. I walk out of my front door and look up the stairs to see two men dressed in 5.11 Tactical pants, black polo shirts with the embrodiered "Federal Marshalls" badge, duty belts with weapon, handcuffs, pepper spray, radio etc. ............Oh shit, whay I have I done now I ask myself ?
Federal Marshall: "Are you number # 2, ME: Yes sir, what can I can do for you ? Federal Marshall: We are here to serve you with a summons and your being placed under arrest for failure to appear in court this morning under a federal supoena ! ME: What ? Federal supoena ? arrest ? what in the world is this about sir ? Federal Marshall: Don't you know that your supoena you were served with demands that your appearance in court as a murder suspect is mandatory and not a request ? or that you can exercise your 5th Amendment if you choose to not incriminate your self or your friend ? ME: What murder? what friend ? and when was a supoena served to me or this residence ? Federal Marsahll: The supoena was supposedly served at your place of business on 5th street, XXXXXX, XXXXXXX ME: 5th Street ? I've never worked on 5th Street in my life, let alone ever had a supoena for a murder case nor was I ever deposed in my life.
ME: Who are you looking for exactly ? Fed Marshall: Your Mr. XXXXXX at #2 right? ME: Mr. XXXXXXX ? Nope, sorry, I'm Mr. Scott XXXX.
I was already in handcuffs, had never seen the face copy of the warrant for arrest, nor a supoena for a murder case. At his point the other Fed Marshall looks at his partner who's holding my cuffs and say's "Oh FXXK, it's not him, we've got the wrong address" Needless to say that after showing proper ID and a short conversation they discovered that the actuall address was for the attorney that lived across the hall from me. We even both mutually knew a guy that served with 3rd SFG (A) and had a short stunt with 1stSFOD.
After my heart rate fell back to normal and my breathing was beginning to slow back down we relized that in the mistaken address and lack of indentification the attorney they wanted had slipped off his deck and rode off in his car. I gave them a description of the car, and the firm that he worked for and they practically wanted to take me to breakfast after they both apologzied about 400 times. No harm, no foul.
What a strange morning. Just goes to show, you never know what's around the corner in life these days.
No fatty's, blowhards, or otherwise poor personalities. What I'd expect from USMS.
Hybrid Mode
