guess who spent Easter eve in a police station?

i realize this needs a bit of explanation. 10:20 p.m., drifting off to sleep after a full weekend-duty saturday's work, anticipating the next full weekend-duty sunday's work, phone rings.
`yes mom, i'm sleeping'
`oh well..some policemen were knocking on our door - can you talk to them?'

awake now:
policeman: your scooter's in the process of being stolen, can you go downstairs and meet my colleagues?
me: uhhh..right now? scooter? where? yes, of course

short story: 2 guys were `apprehended' breaking my scooter and arested (thanks little old man across the way who called the cops). police send me back upstairs to get my documents (and to change out of pajamas) and drive me, lights flaring, siren blaring, in the back of the car (inside handle doesn't work, terrifying...no `seats,' either, just hard bench - this is where i think to myself this has nothing to do with my scooter and everything to do with unpaid tickets and expired papers.)

1:30 a.m. finally let go after filing report. oh, and i get to go to court. tuesday. all day. and yeah, the scooter is completely undriveable.