So we took her ID and kept it, telling her that she could get it back when she brought back the money for her tab. She kept insisting that we give her the ID because she needed it and
insisting to her that we needed something to hold to ensure that she would actually return. At one point I went outside to call the police (I didn't really call the cops; it was more for cinematic effect), and she got really nervous.
Finally after a few tense minutes, we decided to let her go- but not without a tongue-lashing and a warning that if she ever showed her face around the neighborhood again, she would be up shit-creek.
I think she got the message.
Moral of the Story: "You can't get over on the SUPER COPS!"
Nuff Said
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"We'll let you go with a firm warning to never come back - but you have to lift up your shirt for a titty photo for the blog."
Seriously, sometimes it seems like you never think about me.
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