… and a sergeant carrying a clip board were walking down the road.
Oi – you – the young policeman said.
What me? – I asked
Yes – you’re coming with me.
But …
He grabbed hold of me by the arm.
Hey – I said
Come along Sir – he said.
My arm was now twisted and going up my back.
I must protest – I said – arghh.
There’s no need to resist – Sir.
He started to push me.
I tried to hold my ground.
Push
I sort of shoved back
Arghhhh – I started to move backwards.
The policeman now had me in a strong grip. I couldn’t resist and he slowly guided me across the pedestrian crossing.
When we got to the other side he released his grip a little.
How was that sergeant? – he called out.
The sergeant looked up from the notes he was making on the clip board.
Good – he beamed – and what are you going to do next?
Erm – oh yes – I know.
The policeman released my arm. He smiled at me.
Then he pulled back his sleeve.
I flinched back – tensing for the blow.
He looked at and then down at his wrist.
The time is now three thirty in the afternoon precisely – he said.
He looked over the the sergeant – Is that alright?
Yes – said the sergeant – who then pulled out a pencil and started making marks – helped a member of the public across the road – check – told time to member of public – check – right – that’s the customer service training nonsense out of the way – lets go back to the station and have a lovely cup of tea – then we can meet some proper villains tomorrow.
He looked across at me and smiled
Thank you very much Sir – he said – You’ve been a great help.
I was stunned. I stood on the other side of the road and waited for them to walk off and turn round the corner – before I dared cross the road again and continue on my way home.