I did. I got slapped, and then arrested. The cop took me to the station and whispered to the Sergeant on duty. He escorted me to the back room where a bunch of cops beat me up, all the while saying things like, "Pluckin' fervert" and "Weirdo commie punk." Then they tossed me into the main part of the jail and told all the prisoners, and then THEY beat me up. Since I hadn't been charged with anything, I was pulled out and tossed into the street, where a string of cars swerved out of their ways to run over me. As I limped away, small children threw rocks, teeanagers spit on me, a garbage truck emptied on me, and a toy poodle piddled into my pants cuffs.

I really must remember to thank you for that advice, Amos.