A somewhat old wtmc on my hands, I think I can look back on it and actually laugh at my situation.
So back in 2008, Christmas Eve (of all days), no gf to answer to, recently came out of a strefful relationship, yuh boy decides to check a certain un-named popular location in the east. Thinking, "It's Christmas Eve, easy pickings, nobody gonna be in there!". Upon arriving, it was the total opposite, car park was jam packed and I was luck enough to get a parking space a little way inside the compound. parked the car and went on inside.
Eventually met up with a fine senorita and went upstairs to get out of the noise of the establishment. Now during the "alone time" I hear a sort of commotion downstairs. Now the senorita recognized the commotion and started to scramble towards the door, now me being a little unsure paused for a bit. However, I heard a word that did not take a rocket scientist to figure out what it meant: "Policia!" I myself scrambled to the door to get back downstairs back to my car and get out of this place or I would have to explain to my parents why I was in a police station Christmas Eve even thought I told them I would be back in a few hours.
Sure enough, the boys in blue were in the stairway and I was trapped. First thing to run through my mind: "Who should I call?" There was my dad who would have probably understand my predicament and hopefully bail me out if anything bad were to happen or maybe a police friend of mine. However, the boys in blue were just "passing through" They were not on any serious mission, they just wanted to scare the crap out of everyone just because it was christmas eve and they were on patrol. Now the girl Iw as with joined a group of other girls on a tall concrete wall ready to jump down into neighboring yards in high heels, risking damaging limbs. Now the boys in blue were laughing because they were not going to take in anyone, so the position of all the girls was a big laugh for them.
I somehow managed to find the humor they were expressing in the situation and I remembering my simple spanish: "No hay problema, ven aqui" The girls eventually came over to me and all were huddled around me all trembling with fear. I even had time to turn around and snap a pic of the now empty parking lot that earlier I had to navigate my way through to get a parking spot
Now the reality of the situation sank back in: "How to get out of here without incident?" No sooner had I complete that though, a voice overshadowed all the commotion: "So this is what you doing with all the money I pay you to fix my computer!" With that, I turned to the direction of the voice only to realize it was a customer I did private computer work for in the past. He was the one in charge of the "raid". "Yes!" I though, my ticket out of here. Realizing the predicament I was in, I buttered him up by buying him a few drinks and chit chatting for a short while. He then called the boys and they all huddled into their van and left the location. After getting a "bligh" from the owner of the establishment with the girl I was with, I jumped into my car and sped off for home.
To this day, I never set foot up in that place again, ESPECIALLY, on christmas eve!
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