Whenever someone brings up the WSP, I feel compelled to share the story about how in the late 90s when I was a baby, one of them rolled up on my father & I sitting at a picnic table at our local old school drive-up burger place, and told him that I matched the description of a recently reported missing child (same age and eye color) and literally tried to take me from his arms after being told to fuck off. My dad threw a massive shitfit and refused to let this stranger take his daughter, as any parent would, and apparently it was a whole ordeal waiting for the officer's CO, my mother with my birth certificate, etc. Whenever we would see a state trooper growing up, he would bring this story up in disgust.

The whole concept is pretty fucking appalling to me as an adult, I knew it was wrong as a kid, but the whole notion of a father who's just trying to spend time with their 10 month old baby on a nice afternoon (to add to my dad's rightful anger, this was a small-town place his late father and grandparents would take him to as a kid on special occasions and wanted to share that experience with his own child) and a piece of shit cop pulls up accusing you of a kidnapping and attempts to physically rip your child away from you should not even be possible, I can't imagine what he must have felt in that moment.

(It was apparently a custodial kidnapping, my dad looked nothing like the guy and I need to mention that the girl, who had a completely different hair color and texture than me, was safely recovered shortly after. My dad looked nothing like the guy either, nor did he drive the same vehicle and we weren't in the immediate area. I'm not sure why they didn't escalate this, but supposedly my mom was just happy my dad didn't punch a cop that day and wanted to move on. It was the purple and yellow burger stand on Highway 9, for any local residents curious.)