It was seven in the morning and I was getting ready for work. There was a knock on the door and when I opened it, there were two police and a couple of FBI men standing there. They asked if Pirate was home. "Yes, he is sleeping." Then they showed me a warrant for his arrest for bank robbery.
"Has he been home all night?"
"Yes, he has been home since he came home from work yesterday around 3:30 in the afternoon."
Then they started to ask me some strange questions. My race, the race of the father of my children, did I ever have an affair with someone not of my race?
I answered all their questions, and then I stopped. "What is this all about?"
They asked me to get my son up. I did and Pirate came out into the hall in his shorts. They started to ask him questions. They asked him to show his drivers license. They had a look of confusion on their faces.
It seems that the day before a person with the very same name as Pirate had robbed a bank and wounded a teller. It also seems he had a long, long record. The next thing is they pull out a picture of this robber. How can I put this gently.
The man was of the black persuasion. As black as they come. And he was wanted in a few other states also for bank robberies. Pirate has blonde hair and blue eyes. Pirate stands 5'10". This culprit only stood 5'0".
They were full of apologies and handshakes and left as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I stayed home from work that day and so did Pirate.