Friday night I was at the Kebab Centre. When I was leaving, I got to my car and found the windscreen banged up.
So I got in my little car and trundled off to Borrowdale Police Station to report it. Got there, the okes said it looked like I’d done a hit-and-run cos there was blood on the windscreen.
So we went to Rhodesville Police Station where one had been reported, visited the scene and found evidence that it wasn’t me. But my car still looked suspect.
So we went to Mabvuku Police Station, where I was basically grilled all morning about a supposed hit-and-run because my car had all the evidence that I had committed one.
Never mind the fact that it was probably a fight outside Kebab that happened at (and on) my car.
So they sent a bulletin out to all the stations asking if there’s any hit-and-runs reported. Seriously.
And they kept my car for forensic examination (whatever CSI stuff that is) and they’ll let me know whether I’m cleared or charged.
Now, I’m innocent so I’m not really concerned. But you hear horror stories about innocent people disappearing into remand prison for years before they even see a courtroom.
So I’m actually scared shitless. Imagine if they try to pin something on me? It could happen.