The police officer sympathized when I explained that I was deipnophobic, the fear of eating in public, and had to eat my lunch alone in my van. He assured me that he didn’t care where I ate.
He accepted my apology for playing my Tom Petty CD too loud. I showed him how the volume control was broken. It either plays at a whisper or a scream. He thanked me for turning it down.
He did not accept my explanation of why I had a telescope aimed at the teacher’s lounge window. I never realized how cold handcuffs could be.