my introduction to csi san diego
it started out like any given thursday. i got in my car, hair back and heels on, heading for work. almost immediately, the gas light popped on in my car, so i headed towards the closest station. as i stood there, pumping the much needed fuel in my car, all of a sudden a swarm of cop cars descended on the gas station and library next door. immediately the DO NOT CROSS tape went up, the traffic was cleared, and us gas-pumpers were ushered in to the cramped conveniences store for questioning. still not knowing what the fuss was about, i started trying to bargain with the closest cop, who was less than forthcoming about his info:
b* : look, i have to go to work.
cop : sorry, but we need you to stay here, as a key witness.
b* : a witness to what?
cop : i can't say just yet.
b* : how can i be a witness to something that i don't even know about?
cop : well, we need to figure out if you know about it or not.
b* : what's "it"?
cop : i can't really say.
b* : look, i really need to go to work.
etc etc
turns out that "it" was the dead guy stabbed in front of the library, a few feet from my gas pump. and i had happily not noticed that there was a dead guy a few feet from me until the cops pointed it out and decided to question me about it. it probably didn't help that one of the first answers i gave to the "what did you do last night" question involved me and a bunch of martinis (mine... and others.) that probably didn't set the stage well, but i was banking on my rather corporate outfit today getting me out of that convenience store. 45 minutes later or so, i guess my silver-buckled pumps, or put-together demeanor (or total lack of evidence) convinced them that i really did not know about the dead guy, and they let me go to work. i probably should have just called in sick at that point... "umm, boss? i'm not going to be able to come in to work today, as i may be hauled off to jail for homicide shortly. can you cancel my meetings please?"
current mood: totally innocent!