Filing a police report without a shirt on was humiliating

Date: 1/26/2018

I was waiting for an officer to arrive so I could file a police report. He pulled in 2 parking spaces away and a vehicle was between us. I leaned forward so he could see my face through the window and I waved hi and gestured I was the one he was looking for. The look on his face was surprise and then a smile, so I assumed he found me attractive. I approached him and he had nearly completed the report and needed my last name. I spelled it out, but he still left off the last letter. I didn’t bother to correct him. He led me into the police station and to the finger print counter. I thought this was odd they needed MY finger print. I gave my right thumb print and he was then asking for prints of all my fingers as if for a live scan. I thought how odd, but complied. I had problems coordinating my fingers to space them proper distance away, so he had to help me. Next thing I know, I’m sitting up tall with no shirt on and completely bare chested. And I knew I looked good - with a nice rack and all The other male officer operating the live scan got a complete eye full. I was conscious of this and wasn’t embarrassed because I knew he liked what he saw. But then I began to question why my shirt was off in the first place and came to realize I had assumed they wanted it off as part of the scan, but they didn’t! It was a complete misunderstanding on my part. Apparently the male officers were so embarrassed by the situation that they had to leave the room. I guess I put my shirt back on at that point and I explained to the remaining female officer who was now helping me properly place my fingers on the screen for my live scan, that I assumed they needed my shirt off and I didn’t otherwise know why I had taken it off. She chuckled and said,” we were wondering why you did that.” I laughed too, but really I was mortified , as I could see the first male officer sitting in the next room. He must think I’m a real dope now! So I then played it thick with humor and said, “yeah, it’s not like I was here for a gynecological exam haha.” Then I went on to wave to the passerby’s, come on up for your gynecological exam, only 15 DOLLARS! 15 Dollars for a gynecological exam here! Then I had to approach another female officer who needed my signature and I went on to explain what had happened, and she too said, “yeah, we were wondering why you did that.” But thank God my humiliation was cut short as irl I had a coughing fit and I had to run to the restroom to pee. And as I did so, I realized that was all just a bad dream and I was so relieved!