A great Alfred Hitchcock film. Martin Scorcesse used the driving episodes as a template for TAXI DRIVER.
The Wrong Man was about a musician who was accused of robbing a small store. The real crook looked similar to the musician. So of course, the lazy cops tried to pin the crime on him.
I was once accused of a crime I didn't commit. It was in 1979, the theft of 5 bucks worth of gas from a small gas station.
I had just finished a sado-masochistic session with my dentist. He gave me a prescription for Darvon and ushered me to the door. After entering my car, I saw that my gas tank was almost empty. I stopped at a little filling station in Bartow Florida, still woozy from the laughing gas. Word to the wise: never stop in Bartow Florida, even if you run out of gas, just push your car to the next county.
The gas station I stopped at was managed by a redneck with greasy black hair. I got outta my car and took the hose outta the gas thingy. That's when I noticed that the gas thingy had to be reset with a key. The key was in the posession of the redneck with the greasy black hair. I waved to him, he saw me, and ignored me, as he was doing more important stuff, like talking to a trucker about where the best place was to pick up whores. After about 3 minutes I finally got sick and tired of the asshole putting me off. I spied another gas station across the street, so I put the hose back into the gas thingy and drove off.
Well, 3 weeks later I got a call form this big, important detective who worked for the Bartow Police Department. It seemed that the greasy haired redneck gas station manager claimed that I drove off without paying for gas. It seemed that he was accusing me of stealing 5 bucks worth of petrol. Of course, all I had to do to clear up this mystery was to tell the detective that the pump had to be reset by hand. That seemed to satisfy him. Although, I *was* looking forward to being cuffed and fingerprinted for possible miscreant actions.
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