Trouble with the law
We're having some trouble with the Dutch police these days.
Dan was resting his eyes on a bench in a mall here a few weeks ago, and the police approached him saying that he really shouldn't shut his eyes when he's sitting down. Apparently, some people reported Dan to the mall security!
Two days after I arrived, we locked our bikes and ran a few errands in the same mall. Dan has done this several times before, without any trouble. But this time when we exited the mall, I noticed 4 policemen, all in their olive green and sage uniforms standing in the area. Dan begins to unlock our bikes, and they all walk toward him. Four policemen! They begin speaking Dutch to him, but when he replies in English, their whole demeanor changed. (Thankfully - I was wondering how I was going to bail him out of jail.) Our bikes were parked illegally. Go figure. No signs. No trouble before. But now we know, thanks to four (FOUR!!!) policemen.
But the trend continues. Just today, we took our bikes on the Metro, and walked them outside, heading for the nearest street. A Dutch security guard (no olive green and sage on this guy) begins pointing and exclaiming to Dan. Bikes aren't allowed. We get it.
In only two weeks, and without a car, we've accumulated more "traffic violations" than we have in the past 5 years with cars!
Dan was resting his eyes on a bench in a mall here a few weeks ago, and the police approached him saying that he really shouldn't shut his eyes when he's sitting down. Apparently, some people reported Dan to the mall security!
Two days after I arrived, we locked our bikes and ran a few errands in the same mall. Dan has done this several times before, without any trouble. But this time when we exited the mall, I noticed 4 policemen, all in their olive green and sage uniforms standing in the area. Dan begins to unlock our bikes, and they all walk toward him. Four policemen! They begin speaking Dutch to him, but when he replies in English, their whole demeanor changed. (Thankfully - I was wondering how I was going to bail him out of jail.) Our bikes were parked illegally. Go figure. No signs. No trouble before. But now we know, thanks to four (FOUR!!!) policemen.
But the trend continues. Just today, we took our bikes on the Metro, and walked them outside, heading for the nearest street. A Dutch security guard (no olive green and sage on this guy) begins pointing and exclaiming to Dan. Bikes aren't allowed. We get it.
In only two weeks, and without a car, we've accumulated more "traffic violations" than we have in the past 5 years with cars!
posted by Beth at 6:27 PM
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