My funny encounter with the police
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Two stories both from my years living in Alabama:
First one. When I was 18 I was rather goth, most of my friends were metal head guys or t-shirt goths. We're driving from Guntersville to Birmingham to meet up with one of our friends girlfriend.
Driver runs a stop light accidentally (it was a stale green light with a short yellow) and we were pulled over.
Expecting the absolute worst since were 5 goth/metalheads... in Alabama... at midnight... we were suddenly surprised when the cop was extrenely nice. He made chit chat, asked if we like Metallica (he was a fan himself.) And even had a discussion about the Vampire: The Masquerade RPG book that was in the passenger's lap.
He never asked for license and registration and just let us all go after about 15 minutes of chatting about stuff.
Second I was getting a ride home from a co-worker who had just put rather large tires on his truck. We get pulled over for speeding. My co-worker tells the cop that his speedometer had seemed off since getting the new tires.
Cop pauses and says "Follow me." gets back in his car, turns the lights on and leads us to a service road. He pulls over and goes "Alright man, go down to the end of this road and then come towards me at about 90. I'll radar ya and then come back and I'll tell you how fast you're really going."
After about four passes at this we determined his speedometer was about 15mph off and he told us "Have fun," and let us go.
Lesson? Sometimes Alabama cops are just bored.
First one. When I was 18 I was rather goth, most of my friends were metal head guys or t-shirt goths. We're driving from Guntersville to Birmingham to meet up with one of our friends girlfriend.
Driver runs a stop light accidentally (it was a stale green light with a short yellow) and we were pulled over.
Expecting the absolute worst since were 5 goth/metalheads... in Alabama... at midnight... we were suddenly surprised when the cop was extrenely nice. He made chit chat, asked if we like Metallica (he was a fan himself.) And even had a discussion about the Vampire: The Masquerade RPG book that was in the passenger's lap.
He never asked for license and registration and just let us all go after about 15 minutes of chatting about stuff.
Second I was getting a ride home from a co-worker who had just put rather large tires on his truck. We get pulled over for speeding. My co-worker tells the cop that his speedometer had seemed off since getting the new tires.
Cop pauses and says "Follow me." gets back in his car, turns the lights on and leads us to a service road. He pulls over and goes "Alright man, go down to the end of this road and then come towards me at about 90. I'll radar ya and then come back and I'll tell you how fast you're really going."
After about four passes at this we determined his speedometer was about 15mph off and he told us "Have fun," and let us go.
Lesson? Sometimes Alabama cops are just bored.
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.
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.
Pharmaceutical chemist, but I specialise in crystallography now. The day I start losing my hair is the day Leicester starts getting quality methTotal LOLige said:
I got two for ya; my best friend, his friends, and I were sitting in a back-lane and they were smoking a reefer out in the open (I can't smoke it cause it makes me sick). So naturally as cops do, one drove up to us. My best friend (high as hell) joking offered the officer some pot; now unlike a normal cop: looked at it, sniffed it, then gave it back to my friend saying only that it was "Shitty weed". He then proceeded to drive away and we all laughed.
Now for the better one... Maybe.
Earlier this year some "unpleasant" people tried breaking into my neighbors house; now what I should've done was call the cops and hope for the best.
But (since I'm an idiot)
I ran outside trying to catch them, scaring them off, and I decided to give chase. We ran about three blocks before the cops showed up and tried to arrest ME for because they (the cops) thought I was the one who broke into my neighbors house. As they were about to put hand-cuffs on me one of thieves tried making a run for it, as he got pepper sprayed and stun-gunned I took the opportunity to run home. The best part is when I get home my Dad asked me where I was all I said was "I was just out with some friends for a jog."
Now for the better one... Maybe.
Earlier this year some "unpleasant" people tried breaking into my neighbors house; now what I should've done was call the cops and hope for the best.
But (since I'm an idiot)
I ran outside trying to catch them, scaring them off, and I decided to give chase. We ran about three blocks before the cops showed up and tried to arrest ME for because they (the cops) thought I was the one who broke into my neighbors house. As they were about to put hand-cuffs on me one of thieves tried making a run for it, as he got pepper sprayed and stun-gunned I took the opportunity to run home. The best part is when I get home my Dad asked me where I was all I said was "I was just out with some friends for a jog."
let's see...nothing really big for me, just when i was younger, i was with a friend and his mom. she was driving and ended up going a little too fast. a cop started to drive after but as we pulled a little further ahead, a car of the same type we were in drove up behind us. we turned into the plaza e were going to, and the cop ended up chasing the wrong car for a while.
the next one i have didn't happen to me, but a friend of mine.he smokes tobacco out of one f those old pipes that you'd see in say...an old sherlock holmes mystery series or something. well, one day he was parked by a lake near his house, and was sitting there just smoking out of his pipe. some people decided to call the police and accuse him of smoking weed. they show up, he shows them he's smoking tobacco and all of what e has of it. they seemed to believe him....until he saw them following around his car for the next week, trying to bust him for smoking.
the next one i have didn't happen to me, but a friend of mine.he smokes tobacco out of one f those old pipes that you'd see in say...an old sherlock holmes mystery series or something. well, one day he was parked by a lake near his house, and was sitting there just smoking out of his pipe. some people decided to call the police and accuse him of smoking weed. they show up, he shows them he's smoking tobacco and all of what e has of it. they seemed to believe him....until he saw them following around his car for the next week, trying to bust him for smoking.
I have 2 stories off the top of my head, first one was fairly recent. Me and some friends were exploring this abandoned building near the centre of our town, just as we're about to leave my friends all get spooked thinking there's cops in the building searching for us. We all enter sneak mode and go back to where we came in from at which moment I get a call from my mum telling me I've got to get back home because I've got an acting gig in the morning, we end up climbing out of the building and then shimming along to the other building via the connecting wall, jump down and say our good byes. Never found out if there was any cops.
Second time, there's a camp out on some hill, we're all being loud and what not, people bring nearby benches from parks, I'm throwing rice krispies at bitches, all in all a good night. Eventually police come over to shut us down since we're all being loud as fuck, so much so that people at the other end of the woods can hear us. First thing that happens people see the police approaching through the woods and one of the funniest things I've ever seen happens, a bunch of people shout "oh shit, it's the police" and run, it was such a beautiful exodus I barely stopped laughing by the time they got to us. Me and a couple other people stay and talk to the police who were quite nice about the whole thing, we bullshit our way out of anything major and get told we just have to stop camping and leave.
Second time, there's a camp out on some hill, we're all being loud and what not, people bring nearby benches from parks, I'm throwing rice krispies at bitches, all in all a good night. Eventually police come over to shut us down since we're all being loud as fuck, so much so that people at the other end of the woods can hear us. First thing that happens people see the police approaching through the woods and one of the funniest things I've ever seen happens, a bunch of people shout "oh shit, it's the police" and run, it was such a beautiful exodus I barely stopped laughing by the time they got to us. Me and a couple other people stay and talk to the police who were quite nice about the whole thing, we bullshit our way out of anything major and get told we just have to stop camping and leave.
Something like this has happened to me, as well. Five minutes after this picture was taken [http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/262859_2094828005658_3831899_n.jpg] the security of the festival I was at came over and started interrogating me as to what was in my pipe, I tell him it was regular pipe tobacco but he doesn't believe me, asks me to open up my wallet to have a look, I prove it was just tobacco and he sends me on my merry way. I'm beginning to suspect that law enforcement types are profiling pipe smokers as druggies. Also give your friend a high five from me, I want pipes to come back in style and it always makes me happy when I see people smoking them.rickaay15 said:
Well there was the time me and my mate did a load of acid and then got arrested trying to defraud a well known Swedish furniture manufacturer. The police were really nice to us, we hadn't eaten anything for a day and they gave us food as well as cake for afters. Still got charged though.
Then there was the time coming back from a party on bikes with another mate when we got stopped by the cops. I was carrying a load of Columbia's finest non beverage export and he was carrying a load of green stuff. Luckily my mate recognised the cop was going out with his other mates older sister and managed to bullshit his way out of it. Lucky escape there.
Then there was the time we got stopped outside a rave in S. London. I was carrying a large number of pills (aspirin obviously, for my constant headaches) and the police were just convinced we were carrying and were going to take us in for a strip search but my mate sacrificed himself by pulling out his small bag of weed. They had their catch so took him in and let me go. What a bro.
Then there was another rave in Sussex (or some other southern county) somewhere where after we (one of the systems) got booted off the site. We were pretty much the last ones to get out before they sent in the riot police and we got a 6 police car/van escort with 2 fucking helicopters and every off ramp from the motorway blocked by police bikes. Essentially they ran us the hell out of dodge and told us they'd arrest us if we came back within a month. Fun times.
Several other incidents of getting booted out at the end of raves or squat parties or not getting picked up for carrying various pharmaceuticals but they were pretty much run of the mill.
A few incidents with one or 2 girlfriends doing stupid shit and getting themselves in trouble but I don't find any of them funny.
Hang on, one last one in which I wasn't actually doing anything arrestable. I was at the J18 protest in 1999 when the centre of London got trashed. Having taken a lot of the aforementioned aspirin for my headaches I was looking for the sound system on the van and happened to walk into the knot of rioters who were smashing the crap out of McDonalds and stood watching for a minute. Being a large shaven headed gentleman with a backpack the cops must have picked me out as a troublemaker as about 5 minutes later some guy comes up to me as I'm walking along and starts engaging me in conversation about how awesome it is that everywhere is getting smashed up and how great it would be to go and commit more acts of wanton destruction. I was utterly oblivious to him being an obvious undercover cop due to being pretty wasted, but at the same time it inspired me to give him a short lecture on how "peaceful protest was all very well and good but smashing up McDonalds wasn't going to help and especially with it being full of families with kids in it, and anyway I was just there for the music". Then I think he walked off and I found the sound system on the van.
Then there was the time coming back from a party on bikes with another mate when we got stopped by the cops. I was carrying a load of Columbia's finest non beverage export and he was carrying a load of green stuff. Luckily my mate recognised the cop was going out with his other mates older sister and managed to bullshit his way out of it. Lucky escape there.
Then there was the time we got stopped outside a rave in S. London. I was carrying a large number of pills (aspirin obviously, for my constant headaches) and the police were just convinced we were carrying and were going to take us in for a strip search but my mate sacrificed himself by pulling out his small bag of weed. They had their catch so took him in and let me go. What a bro.
Then there was another rave in Sussex (or some other southern county) somewhere where after we (one of the systems) got booted off the site. We were pretty much the last ones to get out before they sent in the riot police and we got a 6 police car/van escort with 2 fucking helicopters and every off ramp from the motorway blocked by police bikes. Essentially they ran us the hell out of dodge and told us they'd arrest us if we came back within a month. Fun times.
Several other incidents of getting booted out at the end of raves or squat parties or not getting picked up for carrying various pharmaceuticals but they were pretty much run of the mill.
A few incidents with one or 2 girlfriends doing stupid shit and getting themselves in trouble but I don't find any of them funny.
Hang on, one last one in which I wasn't actually doing anything arrestable. I was at the J18 protest in 1999 when the centre of London got trashed. Having taken a lot of the aforementioned aspirin for my headaches I was looking for the sound system on the van and happened to walk into the knot of rioters who were smashing the crap out of McDonalds and stood watching for a minute. Being a large shaven headed gentleman with a backpack the cops must have picked me out as a troublemaker as about 5 minutes later some guy comes up to me as I'm walking along and starts engaging me in conversation about how awesome it is that everywhere is getting smashed up and how great it would be to go and commit more acts of wanton destruction. I was utterly oblivious to him being an obvious undercover cop due to being pretty wasted, but at the same time it inspired me to give him a short lecture on how "peaceful protest was all very well and good but smashing up McDonalds wasn't going to help and especially with it being full of families with kids in it, and anyway I was just there for the music". Then I think he walked off and I found the sound system on the van.
Good look. It's pretty awesome too. Almost as awesome as your avatar, good sir.Evil Smurf said:
Late last year I was driving this girl I knew to a party, she had asked for help and I had nothing else to do and just felt like a drive I suppose. We chat and catch up, she's telling me about her current relationship with some details about certain bodily liquids being sprayed on her (she's very open) so naturally I was a bit distracted. It's getting late, there's hardly anyone around and I don't have my P plates on (they're these little signs you wear on your car here when you've only had your license for less than a year).
We go through this short tunnel and we see a whole bunch of cop cars on the other side, we have no idea what was going on, I thought maybe there was an accident, so plus the distracting story I mentioned, I didn't slow down. I only just noticed in the nick of time it was actually a breathalyzer test and I had to really suddenly slow down with my nerves racking me to hell. I don't drink but I kept thinking after that display they'd think I was.
The police-woman asked me why I was going so fast when I stopped and I give out this jumbled response about being distracted and I wasn't drunk. Literally said that. Despite the fact I was telling the truth you'd assume by the way I blurted that out that I was in fact lying and pissed off my ass. The look on her face pretty much told me she was expecting to get me out of the car. But of course I got through (with a surprised look) and I was kicking myself the rest of the night for acting so fucking stupid.
We go through this short tunnel and we see a whole bunch of cop cars on the other side, we have no idea what was going on, I thought maybe there was an accident, so plus the distracting story I mentioned, I didn't slow down. I only just noticed in the nick of time it was actually a breathalyzer test and I had to really suddenly slow down with my nerves racking me to hell. I don't drink but I kept thinking after that display they'd think I was.
The police-woman asked me why I was going so fast when I stopped and I give out this jumbled response about being distracted and I wasn't drunk. Literally said that. Despite the fact I was telling the truth you'd assume by the way I blurted that out that I was in fact lying and pissed off my ass. The look on her face pretty much told me she was expecting to get me out of the car. But of course I got through (with a surprised look) and I was kicking myself the rest of the night for acting so fucking stupid.
One time I saw a few policeman, in uniform, getting high behind a building. That was pretty funny. Not much else really, the police are very behind the scenes here.
I have never seen a weed thread before. These stories are pretty good so far. Now, I'm planning on getting a medical marijuana card for myself, because it seriously helps with a medical condition I have, but I'm pretty sure that my state law allows any current use to be retroactively legal if I argue successfully in court that it passes the bar for being used medicinally.
But I'm not here to talk about getting high, mostly because I've never been near the police while inebriated with any substance. And also because I don't want to seem like I'm encouraging its use, I'd rather not break any rules...Anyway, I'm afraid that I don't really have much in the way of police encounters, other than being pulled over for going 23 over the limit and getting a ticket for going only zero to five over (which is basically no punishment except a fine in my state of Michigan).
I figure he probably felt bad for me for insisting with a pathetically-confused look on my face that I was only going 55 and NOT going 73 miles per hour. At least he was nice about it.
But I'm not here to talk about getting high, mostly because I've never been near the police while inebriated with any substance. And also because I don't want to seem like I'm encouraging its use, I'd rather not break any rules...Anyway, I'm afraid that I don't really have much in the way of police encounters, other than being pulled over for going 23 over the limit and getting a ticket for going only zero to five over (which is basically no punishment except a fine in my state of Michigan).
I figure he probably felt bad for me for insisting with a pathetically-confused look on my face that I was only going 55 and NOT going 73 miles per hour. At least he was nice about it.
I have never had a negative encounter with the police.
When I was young, drove a battered old fiat uno, and often was high as a kite whilst driving, I got pulled over a lot. Never once were the police rude to me, or (and this is important) was I arrested.
I have since learned that, back then, that Drugs-driving was not (and possibly still is not) actually illegal in the UK in itself, with the police having to prove that it has affected your ability to drive.
So, props to the West Yorkshire police for
a) Not destroying a 17/18 year old lads life and future career despite his own best efforts.
b) Knowing the laws they uphold.
Oh, and
c) For their intervention in my one and only bar-room brawl, wherby the instigators (3 large scousers) were dragged away, and I was allowed to remain in the pub with my mates.
When I was young, drove a battered old fiat uno, and often was high as a kite whilst driving, I got pulled over a lot. Never once were the police rude to me, or (and this is important) was I arrested.
I have since learned that, back then, that Drugs-driving was not (and possibly still is not) actually illegal in the UK in itself, with the police having to prove that it has affected your ability to drive.
So, props to the West Yorkshire police for
a) Not destroying a 17/18 year old lads life and future career despite his own best efforts.
b) Knowing the laws they uphold.
Oh, and
c) For their intervention in my one and only bar-room brawl, wherby the instigators (3 large scousers) were dragged away, and I was allowed to remain in the pub with my mates.
Unless they actually see the weed cops don't really care, stoners don't make much trouble.
Most of my experiences with police are when they showed where we were drinking (when we were underage) or we were smoking up. Either way, they always seemed to show up after I'd drunk all my alcohol or smoked all my weed. They were friendly enough though.
Most of my experiences with police are when they showed where we were drinking (when we were underage) or we were smoking up. Either way, they always seemed to show up after I'd drunk all my alcohol or smoked all my weed. They were friendly enough though.
This year when celebrating midsummer here in Sweden we decided it would be a fun thing to grab some shovels and head to a park near our old school and dig up the little carousel they had. We weren't going to much with it, just dig around it, then lift it up, and put it about 2 meters away from where it used to be, just to mess with people.
So we're digging away, and half through out digging the police show up. They go to us and talk to us, asking if we have any alcohol on us, or are intoxicated in anyway. We answered no to all of that, and their response was something along the lines of "This must be one of the strangest things I've seen all year". They then told us to fill the hole again, and walked away.
While we didn't get to life the carousel, we were still sort of proud of hearing the police saying that they're impressed at what we've done.
So we're digging away, and half through out digging the police show up. They go to us and talk to us, asking if we have any alcohol on us, or are intoxicated in anyway. We answered no to all of that, and their response was something along the lines of "This must be one of the strangest things I've seen all year". They then told us to fill the hole again, and walked away.
While we didn't get to life the carousel, we were still sort of proud of hearing the police saying that they're impressed at what we've done.