Guess not many around from the Green Merchant days? No surprise I suppose.
As far as crap your pants cop moments, here’s another of mine …
Back in the day I wore a suit to work and carried a briefcase. Weird, I know. Anyway, one night some jerks broke into my car in my driveway and stole my briefcase. In addition to my work stuff, my briefcase also contained my one hitter with a recently filled up dugout. That’s what I was most bummed about losing.
So the next day I get a call from the cops while I was at work. They found my briefcase, identified me from my business card inside, and wanted me to come down to the station to reclaim it (large city police dept)
HOLY crap, I was scared to death. Were they setting me up? Was I walking into a trap? Well, I didn’t really have an option. They knew who I was and where I worked. I knew I could always rightfully claim that the briefcase wasn’t in my possession the whole time, but I really didn’t want to have that discussion with the cops in the police station with me wearing my suit, etc. But, I just sucked it up, swallowed hard and went to pickup my briefcase (which had been ripped open by the thieves, it was locked.)
Cops handed me my briefcase, said “sorry, that sucks, take your briefcase inside at night.” I said thanks, and quietly slipped out. I was too afraid to look inside it when I got to the parking lot, but by the time I got back to work I had gained enough courage.
My one hitter and freshly filled dugout were returned to me intact, thanks to the stupidity of some thieves and the kindness of the local PD.