Arrested Part II

OK here it is, my version of my arrest. I'll pick up where Nickell left off...
So the police office asked me if he can talk to me outside for a second. I said "Yes" and get out of the car. At that time I see the second cop standing over by the first cops car and his car behind. I didn't think anything about it. He was probably bored Easter Sunday night in Provo. But the cop escorts me to the back of his car and asks me to face the bumper and put my hands behind my back. I'm thinking "What the crap!!! What's going on!!" The cop says he'll explain in a minute.

Then with my hands behind my back I feel the cold handcuff tighten onto my wrist, and they are not comfortable at all. Once they are on he says I can turn around and he says that there is a warrant for my arrest. My first thought is that I took care of that. I thought that because I did have a previous warrant for my arrest in Arizona for driving with a suspended license which I didn't know was suspended for another automobile citation. But that is all a different story, back to this one...after trying to explain the previous warrant being taken care of he told me that this warrant was issued by Wasatch county for a ticket from June 2008. It took me a little while to remember it because I thought it was taken care of and never was notified about any further problems.

After that the primary cop went and talked with Nickell. I asked him to talk to her first before putting me in the cop car, didn't want her to see me getting into the car without knowing what was going on.
After he talked with her he came back, patted me down and started asking me the standard questions: do I have any weapons, needles, drugs. Of course no to all of it. I didn't even have my wallet. When that was done he escorted me into the back of his car which is NOT comfortable at all. I could not sit forward because there was NO leg room, but even if there was leg room if I sat facing forward the cuffs would probably have cut off my hands from the pressure. So I sat sideways facing the side window with my right shoulder pressing against the back un-padded seat. With every turn on our way to county jail it felt like my shoulder was going to dislocate.
Once at county we enter this high security indoor parking lot that had huge steel doors. It's a little weird when the police man would refer to me over the radio as an inmate or prisoner. When parked the cop did a little paperwork before coming around and letting me out. He then escorted me to a sliding door where we waited for the police men on the other side to open it.

From there they began to "process me". I had to face a blue mat while they patted me down again looking for any possessions in my pockets while asking a bunch of questions to which all of them I answered no, besides the question have you had anything to drink, I answered "Orange soda" (Thanks Mark and Jeny). Then they took off the cuffs and asked me to take off my belt and ring to check in. My belt came off with no problem but I didn't think my ring was going to come off. The last time I tried to take it off was impossible. But with a little soap and some wiggling it came off. Then they had me sit down and take off my shoes and socks, which they then checked for who knows. They also checked the bottom of my feet.

Finally we got to my mug shots and the finger printing. All very weird. Something I thought would never happen to me. After everything was done I got to go to the waiting area where there were some phones. FINALLY I got to call Nickell. This entire time I just kept worrying about her. I know that she had to have been freaking out. We talked as long as the phone would let us. Then I just had to sit and wait for the bishop to get there.

Everything is good now. I am getting that ticket taken care of. When I got home, Nickell gave me a big hug and made sure I was ok. But the hug didn't last very long because she made me go shower. She said I smelled awful. So that is the story of my first (and last) arrest. I'll probably never forget it, that's for sure.