Stepping on the escalator, some asshole grabbed and yanked on my shoulder. It was a cop. Then four more came over to help him with me. He says I stole something from the store. I tells him I ain't even been in no store. I knew what he was talking about though, cause right when I walked by the Duane Reade in Penn Station some kid* came out and all the alarms started going off. The haji manager said I wasn't the guy. But I still carry the embarrassment and indignation of it all with me to this day.