A friend has recently blogged [1] about her experience being informally arrested and handcuffed around the corner from her apartment in the afternoon. She was going for a walk, and police pulled up, told her they had a warrant, handcuffed her, and then began checking her identity. She certainly wasn’t who they were looking for, nor did the incident last a long time.
I think that her peaceful Zen attitude, presumably nun-induced, kept it from being an experience worth suing about.
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