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Picture taken by Lisan Jutras on Queen Street West Sunday. (Lisan Jutras/The Globe and Mail)
Picture taken by Lisan Jutras on Queen Street West Sunday. (Lisan Jutras/The Globe and Mail)

On the ground

Caught in the storm, penned in at Queen Street Add to ...

* My officer asked me to explain what had happened. She seemed to have literally no idea why we were penned there, how it happened.

* Cops attitude was "You shoulda gotten out before this happened." "But I had no warning!" was the reply. And I believe it.

* After more standing in the rain, we were shown our way to TTC buses with "CHARTERED" on the front!

* We got on. Beside me was Chinese student. In front of me were two women who were ACTUAL protesters.

* First I had met.

* They were sisters. Very thin and dressed in t-shirts and I watched the goosebumps rise on one sister's arms for 20 minutes.

* "They don't even know what they're protesting," said a cop. "Yes I do," said one. "What?" "This," she said.

* Then my cop tells the 2 cops beside her that I work for the Globe. "I was tweeting for the Globe here today," I say.

* "Oh yeah, we read those live tweets," says my officer. "They're helpful to us!"

* I'm thinking about the banality and discomfort of the next few hours when a guy gets on the bus and starts yelling. I am inured 2 this now.

* He yells we will all be given unconditional release but if we show up in the area in the next 24 hours our goose is cooked.

* (Not his exact words.) He gives us the spiel in legalese, then "DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" We all say, "Yes," like drones.

* It takes a strangely long time to get let off the bus or maybe it just feels that way. I'm still shivering and guy cop says "Relax."

* "Relax, you're leaving! Be happy!" "I'm cold," I say. "I'm just as cold as you and I have to work 10 more hours" he says.

* "Dude, I'm not busting your chops," I say. "This is not a contest about who is colder."



* "I'm colder than both of you," my cop says (another funny!). "You win," I say.


* "I'm colder than both of you," my cop says (another funny!). "You win," I say.

* And then they cut off my cuffs and I find my bike unscathed (!) and I ride to The Globe and when the Globe security asks me for ID...

* I'm happy to give it to him. I start telling him I was arrested. A week ago his spot-checks seemed irksome.

* Now it's like "Oh, hey, you're not the police? Oh, hey, whatever, bro."

* There's more to be told, about the whole getting trapped at Spadina and Yonge business, but maybe later.

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