Whilst at uni in Brighton, England I went on a night out with about 8 or 9 of the guys I knew down there. We'd drank quite a lot before we'd left the house (a good pre-drink if easy on the wallet) and we took a few beers for the walk into town.
The walk itself went along one of the main roads leading into the city centre, and about half way between our house and our destination I realised I really, REALLY needed a wizz. Being on the main road I wasn't spoiled for choice. I settled for somebody's, very open, front garden and began to relieve myself.
Lo and behold, as soon as I begin I hear a police siren wail right behind me. While I am still mid flow, two police officers exit the vehicle and call me over. My friends find this hilarious ofcourse and begin laughing loudly as one of the Police officers attempts to assess their sobriety. The other Police officer, a stoney-faced female, confronts me and rightfully begins to give me the spiel of how inconsiderate and anti-social my behaviour is.
When she tells me that there is an £80 fine for behaviour such as this, the silly smirk is wiped from my face. I am offered a choice. I can pay the fine, or I can knock on the door of the house and apologise with the female PO at my side. Being pretty hard up for money and having a belly (no longer a bladder) full of booze means I choose the latter without hesitation. However, as I approach the large town house door, I begin to wonder about what I might be confronted with.
It's a large, expensive looking house right in the centre of town, who could own such a place? An irate businessman type? Or worse, some old age biddy waiting for an opportunity to put a whippersnapper such as myself in check.
I knock on the door, the female police officer smiling pleasantly at my side, no doubt expecting me to have my ass handed to me by the home owner. Just my comeuppance. When the door opens, I am surprised to see an attractive girl about my own age with the sounds of revelry echoing from inside. Forgetting the Policewoman behind me, I drop in to bashful, troublemaker mode and explain the situation to the girl. Upon completion of said explanation and apology, the girl asks me if "I feel silly?". "Yes" I reply, "But I'd feel much better if I could buy you a drink to say sorry." She laughs and says she's already going out tonight and I tell her that I hope to see her out.
The door closes and I turn around to see the Police woman's livid face. I get my yellow slip for "public urination", and me and the guys laugh our way into our target watering hole.
True story.