It's the uncertanty of not knowing if you're actually gonna be 'free to go'...
My grandma's stepson was walking down the street in Richmond and the police swooped.... appearently, he fit the description of a bank robber and got 8 yrs.... Prison killed his former law-abiding self...
so when I get 'harrased', no matter how law abiding I may feel at the time, I will always see it as a 'big deal'.... When your freedom rests completly in the hands of strangers, there may be no other choice than to see it as a 'big deal'