Ad Orientem wrote:
MediumTex wrote:
TennPaGa wrote:
Not seeing any mention of a fine amount on the ticket, and then coming across the word "misdemeanor", I was a bit taken aback. So I asked a question: "I see mention of a court date, but nothing about a fine. Will I be able to pay a fine and be done with this and not have to go to court?"
His reply: "Considering the speed you were going, you're lucky that I'm not hauling you off to jail right now."
If you were feeling saucy you could have responded with this:
TPG: "Officer, this conversation reminds me of something that I thought you might be interested in. Do you know the difference between you and a highway robber?"
COP: "No. What is it?"
TPG: "Well, highway robbers usually just take your money and let you go. They rarely threaten to kidnap you as well."
A cardinal rule I try to abide by is never to mouth off to or otherwise piss off cops. The percentage of people doing that who come out ahead is about the same as the percentage of Hedge Funds that beat the index over any given ten year period. Maybe one day I will tell my own story that cemented the wisdom of that rule in my mind.
I don't think that I have ever been rude to a police officer.
I treat police officers the way I treat horses. I try to assume an especially relaxed overall demeanor and try to let them know through nonverbal communication that I'm not going to hurt them in any way and that I have great respect for them.
Police, like horses, can hurt you really bad if you don't respect them.
Any time the police would ever come to a party I was hosting when I was younger I would always greet them outside if I could and tell them how happy I was they had finally arrived because I had been trying to shut the party down for a while and the people just wouldn't leave. I would then work
with the police to help break up the party. It was like a public sector/private sector partnership.
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Wait a second, I just remembered a time I wasn't nice to a police officer.
I was about 14 and a friend and I were walking across a field doing nothing wrong late at night. Apparently, the police saw us and drove their squad car into the field very slowly with all of its lights turned off and we hadn't even noticed it (I always marveled that we hadn't seen it coming up behind us).
Suddenly, every light on the police car came on and the driver hit the gas hard. I don't know how far behind us it was, but it felt like they were inches away, which is part of the reason we ran. So we ran for a little bit because, honestly, when a car seems to be trying to run you down running is almost instinctive. So we both stopped after running perhaps 30 yards or so, and while we were just standing there the two police officers exited their vehicle and took us both down.
At the time I probably weighed 120 pounds or so and the officer handling me probably weighed about 220 or so. After taking me down he started going through my pockets quickly asking me where my weapons were. This all happened very quickly. Then he grabbed me by my shirt and as he was throwing me across the hood of the car he tore my shirt off completely and I actually slid across the hood and fell to the ground on the other side of the car. He came around and picked me up again and roughly cuffed me and threw me into the backseat of the car.
My buddy was apparently getting similar treatment except he still had a shirt when they put him in the car next to me. This is where I said the rude thing.
I said "Don't we have any rights?" in a tone of voice that probably wasn't completely respectful.
I was assured that we did not and told to shut the fuck up.
When we got to the police station they brought us into a room and there was a plain clothes officer in a Hawaiian shirt and he looked at us like we were a couple of turds that someone had brought in from the toilet. He asked me what had happened to my shirt and I told him to ask the guy driving the police car.
So he sat us down and said "So, you want to tell me what happened?"
"Well," I said "those police officers tried to run us down and we ran because we didn't initially even realize it was the police. When we realized it was the police they got out of the car and threw us down and when the officer pulled me up off the ground and threw me across the hood he tore my shirt off and then they brought us here."
"Look," he said, "we'll stay here all night if we have to, but I want to know what you did."
"I just told you what we did."
"So they just chased you for no reason?"
"I don't know. You should ask them I guess. I don't know why they chased us."
"Hmm, okay, let's see if your story changes any after you sit in a cell for a while." He then put me in a holding cell while he talked to my buddy. After a while he brought me out and put my buddy in another holding cell. "So, you ready to tell me anything?" he said.
"I would like to know what you think we did and I would like to go home."
"Well, what's more likely tonight is that you are going to the county jail."
"But why?"
"Like I said, I can stay here all night if I need to."
So it went on like this for a while and I finally asked if the officer would give me a hint about what he thought we might have done, but he never would. After about four hours he said if we weren't going to talk he was going to call our parents and see if they could get us to talk. When he called them, though, he was very polite and acted like the police had just picked us up as a courtesy and that we were safe and they could come pick us up. When our parents got there he acted like a camp counselor who was just happy that we were safe. I think that he said it was a warm night and I had taken off my shirt because I was hot and had apparently misplaced it.
It was a very bizarre experience, but I was probably a bit rude with that comment about my rights.