Never talk to police. Never ever ever. Back in high school, I broke up a fight. I came between two people and stopped them from duking it out. A nice, kind, fem

Never talk to police. Never ever ever. Back in high school, I broke up a fight. I came between two people and stopped them from duking it out. A nice, kind, female police officer started talking to me. She asked me how old I was. I replied that I was 18 (Ontario had 13 grades at the time and I was in OAC, the last grade). She then asked me if I'd laid a hand on any of the people. I said, "yes I pulled back my friend and separated them". She then warned me that I could be charged for assault and tried as an adult. At first I thought she was joking, so I kind of chuckled, but she let the thought linger over my head while I tried to figure out what she was getting at. What she really wanted me to do was play along with the report of how things went down, which I'd disagreed with. I quickly weighed the options, determined that no charges would be laid if we just helped this officer out and kept her paper work to the minimum, and went along... Not my proudest moment, but perhaps quite smart. What's my point? You think you know what you're going to do in a situation like that, but the police hold all the cards. Things can escalate uncontrollably. All you need is a peace officer having a bad day (e.g., maybe the wife yelled at him earlier in the day) for things to get really bad. I've seen people get picked on by police when they literally didn't do anything except ask "Why?" and often in a polite way. It's quite possible that the author really is the victim here. It's certainly more plausible than the border guard's story. When crossing the U.S. border, I'm terrified to even wish them a good morning/afternoon. They're terribly rude, uneducated, and a freaking embarrassment to the U.S..