As I was walking down Shortland St I saw a bunch of about 40 police men and women getting their photos taken in a little courtyard. When I got closer to them they started crossing over to my side of the road. I met up with the mob as we all turned into the entrance to the escalators to take us to the bottom of town.
It was so incredibly weird to see my reflection in the mirrors as we travelled down the escalators. I stood out so much. I was wearing red in a sea of blue.
It's not every day that you are surrounded by 40 odd police on your way home.
Maybe if you had just escaped from prison.
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