Hello all. I thought it important to share this story:
While out and about I found myself in a town with many malls, a town we see frequent posts from, which is a Bergen county town known to have overzealous LE.
I was shopping and had the itch, so checked on BP and saw some independent numbers and decided to call and visit. This particular establishment has a bathroom you can use with a back entrance that doesn’t require you to pass the desk, although you must pass the desk to visit rooms. I arrive, hit the bathroom , text the number and receive the room.
As I walk to the hallway where the rooms are I can feel the eyes of the desk girl on me. Not caring one bit, I go to the room on floor 2, and walk in. Now the girl isn’t bad, but not sure I want to partake. Im picky and want what I want, you know. So we talk for a few about the menu, and I decide to walk. She was nice and didn’t care. As I walk down the hall a young male staff member comments on the football team jacket I’m wearing. We talk a few about what a struggle it is to like this team, and laugh. Back to floor 1. It’s been about, oh say 7 minutes. I am now walking back toward the desk, when LE walks in, I hook a left, go out the main door and walk around the corner to my car. He paid me absolutely no attention.
At this time, I sit and say, should I speed out of here, na. I’ve done nothing wrong and why make it look like I have. So I relax, start looking at some things in my phone, more prospects you may say. Then , I see the LE truck that was in front, come around the corner and block me in my parking space.
He gets out, approaches my window and knocks. I roll down and he says… mind you, no good morning, no hello sir, he says “what are you doing here”. I say I’m meeting a few friends for lunch next door and I’m early. He says, “why were you in the hotel”. I say I used the bathroom and just passing time until the lunch. He says “let me see your license”. I gladly provide it. In addition, I hand him not 1, not 2, not 3, not 4, but the 5 gold cards I have. For those not familiar these are not your typical ““PBA cards. These have names that have to be etched in by a jeweler. They are technically the property of the officer that gives them to you, they cannot be confiscated. The officer takes them, and looks at each one, and says who are these people. I say, they amount to, my brother, my brother in law, my uncle, and two close friends since the days of grammar school. 2 two captains, one swat team member, and one lieutenant in the highest ranking police department in the state of Nj. He laughs and says “is that all you have”, and I laugh in return.
He gives me back my license and cards, put his elbow on the door of my car and says “no worries dude, but they are calling us every time they see a guy they don’t recognize as staying there. As crazy as it is, we do respond. They suspect prostitution, which I’m sure some is and some isn’t. I say “that’s disgusting”!. He says, next time you need to use the bathroom , just go somewhere else. Slaps me on the shoulder and says take care. He pulls off a minute later.
Now, here I am sitting there, and I don’t want to be that guy that just pulls out, so I go in and have lunch by myself next door. It was kind of peaceful.
The crazy part is, someone just posted some thing about an issue in secaucus yesterday.
Now, a word for the desk worker. Get a life!
Be safe out there people.
While out and about I found myself in a town with many malls, a town we see frequent posts from, which is a Bergen county town known to have overzealous LE.
I was shopping and had the itch, so checked on BP and saw some independent numbers and decided to call and visit. This particular establishment has a bathroom you can use with a back entrance that doesn’t require you to pass the desk, although you must pass the desk to visit rooms. I arrive, hit the bathroom , text the number and receive the room.
As I walk to the hallway where the rooms are I can feel the eyes of the desk girl on me. Not caring one bit, I go to the room on floor 2, and walk in. Now the girl isn’t bad, but not sure I want to partake. Im picky and want what I want, you know. So we talk for a few about the menu, and I decide to walk. She was nice and didn’t care. As I walk down the hall a young male staff member comments on the football team jacket I’m wearing. We talk a few about what a struggle it is to like this team, and laugh. Back to floor 1. It’s been about, oh say 7 minutes. I am now walking back toward the desk, when LE walks in, I hook a left, go out the main door and walk around the corner to my car. He paid me absolutely no attention.
At this time, I sit and say, should I speed out of here, na. I’ve done nothing wrong and why make it look like I have. So I relax, start looking at some things in my phone, more prospects you may say. Then , I see the LE truck that was in front, come around the corner and block me in my parking space.
He gets out, approaches my window and knocks. I roll down and he says… mind you, no good morning, no hello sir, he says “what are you doing here”. I say I’m meeting a few friends for lunch next door and I’m early. He says, “why were you in the hotel”. I say I used the bathroom and just passing time until the lunch. He says “let me see your license”. I gladly provide it. In addition, I hand him not 1, not 2, not 3, not 4, but the 5 gold cards I have. For those not familiar these are not your typical ““PBA cards. These have names that have to be etched in by a jeweler. They are technically the property of the officer that gives them to you, they cannot be confiscated. The officer takes them, and looks at each one, and says who are these people. I say, they amount to, my brother, my brother in law, my uncle, and two close friends since the days of grammar school. 2 two captains, one swat team member, and one lieutenant in the highest ranking police department in the state of Nj. He laughs and says “is that all you have”, and I laugh in return.
He gives me back my license and cards, put his elbow on the door of my car and says “no worries dude, but they are calling us every time they see a guy they don’t recognize as staying there. As crazy as it is, we do respond. They suspect prostitution, which I’m sure some is and some isn’t. I say “that’s disgusting”!. He says, next time you need to use the bathroom , just go somewhere else. Slaps me on the shoulder and says take care. He pulls off a minute later.
Now, here I am sitting there, and I don’t want to be that guy that just pulls out, so I go in and have lunch by myself next door. It was kind of peaceful.
The crazy part is, someone just posted some thing about an issue in secaucus yesterday.
Now, a word for the desk worker. Get a life!
Be safe out there people.