re: Have You Ever Had The Cops Called On You?

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If I tell long stories yall bitch. If I don't give details yall bitch.

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Just don't post at all. I promise no one will bitch about that.

Oh yeah. When I was in high school my mom worked out of town on the weekends and I would always throw parties. The old lady across the street called the cops on us multiple time. The parties were still worth it.

When I was 5 I was shooting my BB gun in the front yard unsupervised, because it was 1980 and we did everything unsupervised, now we’re talking 1 pump in a Daisy, I was literally watching the BBs fly out of the gun and land in the yard, well one time I hit the hurricane awning on my bedroom window, remember those? and some kid yelled, Kadjin hit the school bus!! which was 2 lots down and that gun could never reach, well just so happens we were feuding with those neighbors at the time and the bus driver heard the kid, so she immediately calls the cops, so the cops show up, I hide in my room the whole time crying my eyes out while my brother laughs at me, cop eventually comes to my house and talks to my parents, just said if I hit that bus it’s impossible to tell with all the dings and scratches already in it, just maybe don’t shoot the BB gun in the yard anymore. So basically the cop though it was ridiculous and my parents thought it was ridiculous so I got a mild scolding from the old man and didn’t have to go to jail

Also, naturally years later that feud would end and we became quite close with that family, the bus incident was never spoken of again

Several times when I was a teenager.

First time I was 12. My best friend was over and my parents were gone. We took a roll of TP and walked across the street and threw it over the power lines a bunch of times in front of my neighbors house. We got bored and went back in to watch MTV music videos and play Atari. About 10 minutes later, a cop pulled up in my driveway with lights on. The neighbor had ratted us out and told the cop he saw us do it and where I lived. When I answered the door, I was anxious and agitated. I was in a smart arse phase and it was a time when cops were more just local dudes who wanting to keep us kids in check rather than wreck our lives. He asked if I had rolled my neighbors yard and I was offended at my neighbor for telling that story because we were just rolling the power lines. Youth logic. Anyway, I snapped off a tart “power lines buddy! Power lines! We weren’t rolling his house.” He told me I needed to watch my smart arse mouth and proceeded to lecture us on our stupidity. He was a cool cop.

Another time I was 16 and we were at a party at my friends house whose parents were out of town. Four of us thought it a fun idea to get in my friends dads 70s model convertible Gran Torino and go bust up mailboxes with an aluminum bat. We had whacked the heads off of about 20 of them when we notice a car hauling arse to catch up with us on a backroad.(we lived in a small town.) We. Ame up to a stop sign and turned right and then he turned left. I was wondering if he had tagged us. Got back to the party and then about an hour later me and my friend got in his car and drove to my house. Mom immediately came out flipping out saying that Mr Smith(the father of my friend driving the Gran Torino) had called and that we had to report to the police station at 8:00am the next morning. She was so pissed and disappointed. We didn’t sleep a wink that night. We got to the station and luckily Mr Smith was friends with the Police Chief in our small town. He said that instead of filing charges we had the opportunity to visit every house where we beheaded a mailbox and tell the owners it was us and ask for forgiveness and to replace their mailbox. So we did that at 20 houses. Interesting morning. One hot lady came to the door with a short silky robe, another house was owned by a Cobb County Superior Court Judge. He was actually cool and told us that we were lucky to be given the opportunity to apologize and pay for replacements. We never encountered anyone who just told us to frick off and they were pressing charges.

So in those days (1996), we had to pool out money together and to come up with about $600. We were all working summer landscape and hardscape summer jobs so we paid for it with our own money.

I did think about this when reading about the kids who got run down after the doorbell prank. We did some dumb stuff for fun (what we perceived as fun anyway) in the 80s without thinking about a loose cannon killing us.