The short version of the story is that I got questioned by the police for eating Arby's food in a Wendy's parking lot.
The long version of the story is this:
It was late and I had some Arby's coupons which were going to expire soon, so I used one of them for a snack before going home. Went to the drive-thru, got my stuff, and all seemed well with the world.
For reasons which my brain seemed to understand at the time, I pulled into Wendy's parking lot to eat my stuff in the car there. (I guess it was more empty than the Arby's lot, and I felt like I'd have more privacy. I hate having people watch me eat.)
So I sat there and listened to R.E.M. while grazing happily through a chicken-bacon-swiss with honey mustard.
A few seconds after the final bite, I noticed headlights behind me.
Two cars had parked behind me to box me in. I was trapped and couldn't move.
They were police cars.
A cop came up to my window and said someone had called the police to investigate why I was sitting there eating in my car.
(Really??? Honestly? Someone thought that was worthy of calling the police?? And the police thought it was worthy of sending two cars???)
I patiently explained that I had just finished eating my dinner and would be going home very soon now that I was done.
He asked to see my I.D.
They actually ran me through the system to make sure I had a clean record and wasn't some crazy lady wanted for [insert heinous crime here].
Fortunately, I lead a dull life and haven't done many horrible things in my 43 years on this planet, other than forgetting to scoop the litter box now and then.
Once they were all convinced that I wasn't a threat to homeland security for eating Arby's food in a Wendy's parking lot, they told me to "have a nice day" and one police car moved enough for me to get out.
I still can't believe someone would call the police for that.
And I can't believe the police took it seriously.