WHY I WAS ARRESTED:
The door of the bus didn’t want to open, so I booted it with my foot and tried again. This is known by thousands of commuters as the way to fix these particular doors. Voila, it opened. Apparently, however, when I booted the sticking door on the bus, it seems that I missed the hard plastic edging. Now, you who are local know how minimalist my shoes are. They are tatami mat barely strapped to my foot with black thongs. In spite of that, I somehow severely smashed the glass. Being tired and not paying attention, I didn’t even notice, and so walked away. (Which leaves me in shock as to how much damage was caused, because damn, I kick like a mule, apparently). I did not run, I did not act furtive, instead I wearily walked to the corner and waited for the light to change. I remember thinking to myself that it was neat that the driver was taking his coffee with the police officers parked in front of the bus. Half a block up, a cop car swings up, tires stopping with a little screech, lights full on, blinding me. Police hurl themselves from the vehicle, “You! Stop!” and I’m grabbed, handcuffs awkwardly snapped to my wrists behind my back.