I wasn't expecting it to be a great

I wasn't expecting it to be a great day, just a normal work day, but neither was I expecting it to be quite as bad as it turned out. It started pleasantly enough, with a quiet cup of coffee watching the morning news before setting off for work. Then the doorbell rang, so I opened the door thinking perhaps the postman was making an early delivery. Instead, I found myself face to face with two uniformed police officers. Of course, I was taken aback but I managed to ask calmly what I could do for them .With very grim looks on their faces, they told me l was being arrested for the robbery of a local post office and that l was being taken to the station for questioning. They put me in an interrogation room. I was so stunned that don't know how long I sat there just staring blankly at the walls. It felt like I'd been in there for hours and for all l knew, it had been hours. Then my mind started racing with a thousand questions. Why had no one come to question me? How could they think that l was a criminal when I had been a law-abiding citizen all my life? Most of all, how could this have happened to me? It wasn't long before l found out. A stern-faced detective entered the room and l smiled nervously. He gave me a long, hard look and asked me about my whereabouts on the 18th of the month. I started to panic because that was the day I had called in sick at work and I'd stayed at home. This meant l had no alibi, of course. Then he dropped the bombshell. He knew l was guilty because the robbery had been caught on CCTV and someone had called in to identify me. My mood suddenly changed from fear and alarm to outright fury. I demanded to see a lawyer and l was not going to answer any more questions until I got one. While I waited for the lawyer to arrive, l sat there fuming about who could have identified me as the robber. There was no way it could be a close friend or a member of my family. was sure of that. wondered if it was someone who had made a genuine mistake.

Результаты (английский) 1:

I was not expecting it to be a great day, just a normal work day, but neither was I expecting it to be quite as bad as it turned out. It started pleasantly enough, with a quiet cup of coffee watching the morning news before setting off for work. Then the doorbell rang, so I opened the door thinking perhaps the postman was making an early delivery. Instead, I found myself face to face with two uniformed police officers. Of course, I was taken aback but I managed to ask calmly what I could do for them .With very grim looks on their faces, they told me l was being arrested for the robbery of a local post office and that l was being taken to the station for questioning. They put me in an interrogation room. I was so stunned that do not know how long I sat there just staring blankly at the walls. It felt like I ' d been in there for hours and for all l knew, it had been hours. Then my mind started racing with a thousand questions. Why had no one come to question me? How could they think that l was a criminal when I had been a law-abiding citizen all my life? Most of all, how could this have happened to me? It was not long before l found out. A stern-faced detective entered the room and l smiled nervously. He gave me a long, hard look and asked me about my whereabouts on the 18th of the month. I started to panic because that was the day I had called in sick at work and I'd stayed at home. This meant l had no alibi, of course. Then he dropped the bombshell. He knew l was guilty because the robbery had been caught on CCTV and someone had called in to identify me. My mood suddenly changed from fear and alarm to outright fury. I demanded to see a lawyer and l was not going to answer any more questions until I got one. While I waited for the lawyer to arrive, l sat there fuming about who could have identified me as the robber. There was no way it could be a close friend or a member of my family. I was sure of that. wondered if it was someone who had made a genuine mistake.

Результаты (английский) 2:

I wasn't expecting it to be a great day, just a normal work day, but neither was I expecting it to be quite as bad as it turned out. It started pleasantly enough, with a quiet cup of coffee watching the morning news before setting off for work. Then the doorbell rang, so I opened the door thinking perhaps the postman was making an early delivery. Instead, I found myself face to face with two uniformed police officers. Of course, I was taken aback but I managed to ask calmly what I could do for them. With very grim looks on their faces, they told me I was arrested for the robbery of a local post office and that i was taken to the station for questioning. They put me in an interrogation room. I was so stunned that don't know how long I sat there just staring blankly at the walls. It felt like I'd been in there for hours and for all I knew, it had been hours. Then my mind started racing with a thousand questions. Why had no one come to question me? How could they think that I was a criminal when I was a law-abiding all my life? Most of all, how could this have happened to me? It wasn't long before I found out. A stern-faced detective entered the room and l smiled nervously. He gave me a long, hard look and asked me about my whereabouts on the 18th of the month. I started to panic because that was the day I had called in sick at work and I'd stayed at home. This meant i had no, of course. Then he dropped the bombshell. He knew he was guilty because the robbery had been caught on CCTV and someone had called in to identify me. My mood suddenly changed from fear and alarm to outright fury. I demanded to see a lawyer and I was not going to answer any more questions until I got one. While I waited for the lawyer to arrive, l sat there fuming about who could have identified me as the robber. There was no way it could be a close friend or a member of my family. was sure of that. Wondered if it was someone who had made a genuine mistake.

Результаты (английский) 3:

I don't want it to be a great day, just a normal working day, but I don't want it to be fair bad. It begins to require enough, with a quiet cup of coffee watching the morning news before setting off for work. And then doorbell rang, so I opened the door, which I think is an early implementation. Insead，I found myself face with two uniformed police officers. Of course，I was taken aback but I managed to ask cally what I could do for them.With very grim looks on their faces，they told me l was being arrested for the robbery of a local post office and that l was being taken to the station for questioning. They put me in a room. I'm so bored, I don't know how long, I said, just put black people in the wall. It feels like I've been there for hours and all I know about it. Then my heart began to work with a thousandquestion. Why didn't anyone ask me? How do they think I'm a criminal when I have a legally responsible citizen of my whole life? How could all this happen to me? It was a long time ago that I found it. A stern-faced detective entered the room and l smiled nervously. He gave me a long, ugly place to ask me about my eighteenth month. I started calling with panic because it was when I was working and I stayed at home. That means I don't have alibi, course. Then he put the bomb shell. He knew I was guilty because Robbie was already on CCTV and someone called me. My mood Sunday changed from fear and alarm to right future I need to see a lawyer and I won't answer any more questions until I have one. When I was waiting for the lawyer's protection, I said someone would treat me as a robot. No way, it can be a close friend or a member of my family. was sure of that. Strangely, if it's someone who makes a genuine Mike.