well, this may make some of you laugh.
Some days ago, I arrived home. Had had not much al, and was fine. Then I began an argumetn with my missus. She gave a smack in the face, and I got annoyed. I slammed the door twice or three times and raised the voice. It seems some clever neighbour guessed this was a clear case of woman misttreating. And the police came. Two "gur?ardias civiles" ( a militar police ) and four municipal police ( the constabulary ).
They asked if everything was fine, which I said yes, and when asked if they could come in and asked my missus if she was ok, I granted them pass. She said she was fine, and they asked us for our documentation ( passport or Id card ). In this country, documentation can be only asked qhen you are a suspect of something, and in the street. As I was in my house, I said NO WAY. And kindly asked them to leave my home. I put on an orange wig I have, and told him his mouth stinked ( which I was about to tell him the solution, but he didn't want to hear ) They denied and began to register my things. I insisted on them leaving my home, and kindly touched one of them's shoulder.
Then he said "you have pussed me, you are under arrest" ( the fucking girly boy, If I had pushed him be sure he would have tresspassed the wall ). So I dressed ( I was in my pijamas ) and left handcuffed to the constabulary.
Spent the night there, and was taken to the judge, who wanted to charge me a crime of "Atentado" and "resistance". It seems he has let me go on parole, and now I have to follow subsequent courts.
Where I have got the following conclusions:
I would NEVER ever open the doors of my house to the dreadly authority. EVER ( don't mind if they are dying on my mat, or anything )
Also, never trust any "guardia civiles" ( which, by chance, made my great granmother be condemned to dead )
now my missus is worried, and I don't like that.
regards
Some days ago, I arrived home. Had had not much al, and was fine. Then I began an argumetn with my missus. She gave a smack in the face, and I got annoyed. I slammed the door twice or three times and raised the voice. It seems some clever neighbour guessed this was a clear case of woman misttreating. And the police came. Two "gur?ardias civiles" ( a militar police ) and four municipal police ( the constabulary ).
They asked if everything was fine, which I said yes, and when asked if they could come in and asked my missus if she was ok, I granted them pass. She said she was fine, and they asked us for our documentation ( passport or Id card ). In this country, documentation can be only asked qhen you are a suspect of something, and in the street. As I was in my house, I said NO WAY. And kindly asked them to leave my home. I put on an orange wig I have, and told him his mouth stinked ( which I was about to tell him the solution, but he didn't want to hear ) They denied and began to register my things. I insisted on them leaving my home, and kindly touched one of them's shoulder.
Then he said "you have pussed me, you are under arrest" ( the fucking girly boy, If I had pushed him be sure he would have tresspassed the wall ). So I dressed ( I was in my pijamas ) and left handcuffed to the constabulary.
Spent the night there, and was taken to the judge, who wanted to charge me a crime of "Atentado" and "resistance". It seems he has let me go on parole, and now I have to follow subsequent courts.
Where I have got the following conclusions:
I would NEVER ever open the doors of my house to the dreadly authority. EVER ( don't mind if they are dying on my mat, or anything )
Also, never trust any "guardia civiles" ( which, by chance, made my great granmother be condemned to dead )
now my missus is worried, and I don't like that.
regards
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