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re: What's been your worst police interaction?
Posted on 9/10/24 at 2:45 pm to Thundercles
Posted on 9/10/24 at 2:45 pm to Thundercles
No bad interactions.
Used to mess around with a little blonde chick one way back.
Small town, sometimes when she was on duty. (Duty)
Used to mess around with a little blonde chick one way back.
Small town, sometimes when she was on duty. (Duty)
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Posted on 9/10/24 at 2:45 pm to Whiznot
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August 31 was Labor Day
I thought Labor Day was always the first Monday in September?
Posted on 9/10/24 at 2:47 pm to Ryan3232
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Cop asked me to get out of car and asked to search. I was very cordial and accepted.
Don't ever let them search.
Posted on 9/10/24 at 2:51 pm to Thundercles
Back in college days, I was out at "The Strip" in Lafayette. A fight broke out between one of my friends and about 6 other guys. Cops responded immediately and I was trying to break up the fight. Cop wracked his nightstick/Billy-club (whatever you want to call it) across the outside of my knee.
If it were today, I'd be getting paid!
If it were today, I'd be getting paid!
Posted on 9/10/24 at 3:00 pm to Thundercles
I was 12 years old and we lived in a pretty nice condominium in Cobb County, Georgia. I was home alone one morning (summer break) and awoke to the sound of men talking downstairs. Thinking someone was breaking in (I was a kid) I hollered down the stairs "who's there....I'm calling the police". They of course told me they were the police and directed me to come down the stairs slowly and with my hands raised. Again, I am 12 years old, alone, and still about half asleep. I come down the stairs and both of the motherfrickers have their guns drawn and pointed at me. I stop and they tell me to keep my hands up, turn around and back down the stairs. I am scared to death, again, I am 12 years old and alone. When I get to the bottom of the stairs one of them grabs me by the neck and body slams me to the ground, kneeling between my shoulders and hand cuffing me. I am in my underwear, lying face down on the floor with one grown man kneeling on my back and another one pointing a gun at me. I am of course squalling like a baby. They lift me up and sit me on the couch. About this time 4 more of the bastards come in. None of them seem overly concerned that they had a nearly naked 12 year old child handcuffed and crying on the couch. They start asking me where Barbara is. I have a sister named Barbara who lived in Tampa at the time. I told them she was in Tampa. They told me to quit lying, I was already in enough trouble, they knew damn well she was upstairs. This was news to me as she had not been home in several months....I wish she had been, I would not have been alone. I told them she was in Tampa and this really pissed them off no end, telling me I was going to jail and my parents were going to jail and everyone was going to jail. I ask them if she is upstairs why didn't they go up there and get her...seemed like the thing to do to me, they did not like my giving them advice. They had a meeting of what passed of the minds and decided that it was indeed the thing to do....and 5 of them started up the steps guns drawn. I was terrified of course and, pretty certain my sister wasn't anywhere but at her job in Tampa I did not think to call out to her. That did not stop the one they left to guard the dangerous 12 year old from threatening to beat the shite out of me if I uttered a peep. How they thought Id be heard over the cacophony they had been raising I do not know but I took him at his word. They kicked open 2 bedroom doors and a bathroom door...doors that they could have easily opened but why bother with doorknobs...and of course did not find Barbara. This proved to be unsatisfactory to them and they returned down stairs and started screaming questions and threats at me....again, not a single one of the six thought anything was out of line.
By this time several more cops showed up and of course the neighbors were watching and waiting to see the murder victims removed from the condo. Hundreds of people, at least 10 policemen, and not a single one of the latter found anything out of the ordinary having a hysterical and nearly naked child handcuffed and screaming questions, threats and all manner of vile language at that child. Finally another cop showed up and they all got in another meeting of what passed of the minds and he relayed the message that they had the wrong condo and that the Barbara they were looking for was arrested and in jail 2 days prior to this and was in jail still. As it turned out it wasn't my sister. This also pissed them off, several of them told me I was going to jail for telling them Barbara was in Tampa when she was in their county jail. When I tried to explain that I had a sister named Barbara they told me I could go to jail for lying to them. They finally took the handcuffs off and started in with the "we are your friends" bullshite. I was a child, all I wanted was for them to leave me the frick alone. They finally did, not without several of them reminding me how lucky I was not be going to jail for lying to them about either Barbara being in Tampa or being my Sister or both.
About an hour after they left my dad came home. The condo manager had contacted him and told him I had been arrested and that there were about 20 cops at our house. Needless to say he was pissed having to leave work. He was really pissed when the condo sent him notification that we were being evicted. He was beside himself when he was told he had to pay for the broken doors. We did indeed move because of this incident.
We talked to an attorney. Basically told we were fortunate it wasn't worse than it was. My dad filed a a complaint. The DA told him if he pursued it he would be arrested for child neglect for having left a 12 year old home alone and I would be removed from the home and placed in foster care. This was in 1977 by the way, in a nice part of Cobb County which is a nice part of Atlanta....it was very common for kids my age to be home alone during the summer.
We let it drop of course as that was the only thing we could do. I started driving 3 years later. Those cops never forgot that morning and fricked with me non-stop until I graduated high school and left Cobb County. One of the bastards was the security guard at the High School I graduated from. He fricked with me on a near daily basis. He often mentioned how fortunate I was that they hadn't just shot me on the spot. One of those cops handcuffed me outside a game room one night, without any provocation and simply because I was walking to my truck. He pulled up behind me, drew his pistol, directed me to exit the truck, flung me across the hood and handcuffed me. Tossed me in the backseat and drove me to an isolated boat ramp in Fulton County on the Chattahoochee River. We sat in his car for about an hour and he said NOTHING. I did not either. He finally crunk the car up and drove me back to my truck, opened the door, uncuffed me and told me if I ever fricked with the police again I would join the kids who had been snatched in Atlanta and tossed in the Chattahoochee River. He never said anything any charges or anything else. I drove home and never told a soul about this until I was about 25 years old.
By this time several more cops showed up and of course the neighbors were watching and waiting to see the murder victims removed from the condo. Hundreds of people, at least 10 policemen, and not a single one of the latter found anything out of the ordinary having a hysterical and nearly naked child handcuffed and screaming questions, threats and all manner of vile language at that child. Finally another cop showed up and they all got in another meeting of what passed of the minds and he relayed the message that they had the wrong condo and that the Barbara they were looking for was arrested and in jail 2 days prior to this and was in jail still. As it turned out it wasn't my sister. This also pissed them off, several of them told me I was going to jail for telling them Barbara was in Tampa when she was in their county jail. When I tried to explain that I had a sister named Barbara they told me I could go to jail for lying to them. They finally took the handcuffs off and started in with the "we are your friends" bullshite. I was a child, all I wanted was for them to leave me the frick alone. They finally did, not without several of them reminding me how lucky I was not be going to jail for lying to them about either Barbara being in Tampa or being my Sister or both.
About an hour after they left my dad came home. The condo manager had contacted him and told him I had been arrested and that there were about 20 cops at our house. Needless to say he was pissed having to leave work. He was really pissed when the condo sent him notification that we were being evicted. He was beside himself when he was told he had to pay for the broken doors. We did indeed move because of this incident.
We talked to an attorney. Basically told we were fortunate it wasn't worse than it was. My dad filed a a complaint. The DA told him if he pursued it he would be arrested for child neglect for having left a 12 year old home alone and I would be removed from the home and placed in foster care. This was in 1977 by the way, in a nice part of Cobb County which is a nice part of Atlanta....it was very common for kids my age to be home alone during the summer.
We let it drop of course as that was the only thing we could do. I started driving 3 years later. Those cops never forgot that morning and fricked with me non-stop until I graduated high school and left Cobb County. One of the bastards was the security guard at the High School I graduated from. He fricked with me on a near daily basis. He often mentioned how fortunate I was that they hadn't just shot me on the spot. One of those cops handcuffed me outside a game room one night, without any provocation and simply because I was walking to my truck. He pulled up behind me, drew his pistol, directed me to exit the truck, flung me across the hood and handcuffed me. Tossed me in the backseat and drove me to an isolated boat ramp in Fulton County on the Chattahoochee River. We sat in his car for about an hour and he said NOTHING. I did not either. He finally crunk the car up and drove me back to my truck, opened the door, uncuffed me and told me if I ever fricked with the police again I would join the kids who had been snatched in Atlanta and tossed in the Chattahoochee River. He never said anything any charges or anything else. I drove home and never told a soul about this until I was about 25 years old.
Posted on 9/10/24 at 3:08 pm to Thundercles
I’ve had good and bad interactions but the most frustrating experience was with the court system. I mailed the required documentation and fees to Austin to have my driving record sent somewhere to begin the deferred adjudication process. I sent the package via USPS with a return receipt request. Sure enough, I received a signed receipt showing a person received my request.
Fast forward a few weeks and I got a threatening letter saying a warrant was going to be issued because I didn’t respond by their due date. I called and spoke to someone at the office and read the name on the returned receipt and she said “yep. That’s me.” But neither she nor her manager were going to do anything to help me. The manager was sort of understanding and advised to just pay the fee again and have the peace of mind of knowing it was taken care of - pursuing the original payment wasn’t going to prevent the warrant and wouldn’t be worth the time/money in the long run.
Fast forward a few weeks and I got a threatening letter saying a warrant was going to be issued because I didn’t respond by their due date. I called and spoke to someone at the office and read the name on the returned receipt and she said “yep. That’s me.” But neither she nor her manager were going to do anything to help me. The manager was sort of understanding and advised to just pay the fee again and have the peace of mind of knowing it was taken care of - pursuing the original payment wasn’t going to prevent the warrant and wouldn’t be worth the time/money in the long run.
Posted on 9/10/24 at 3:32 pm to BoogaBear
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I got beat up by 2 cops in the lobby of the police station for a fake ID I didn't have.
Yes of course. That’s exactly why you got your arse beat.
Dindu nuffin.
Posted on 9/10/24 at 3:37 pm to Willie Stroker
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That’s exactly why you got your arse beat.
Dindu nuffin.
It's true. I was at the jail to bail out my girlfriend at the time who had been arrested for underage drinking. I was also underage. They assumed I had a fake ID, came out to search me for it. I told them they had no basis to search me and that I was not in any trouble nor did I have anything to do with her being arrested.
That got me thrown into the wall by a guard wearing cut off batting gloves. When I hit the wall I tripped over the other cop and fell backwards into batting gloves cop. He shouted that I was resisting and threw me on the ground.
Searched my stuff, no fake ID. Magically all charges were dropped against then girlfriend in the next 15 minutes.
Posted on 9/10/24 at 3:44 pm to SeeeeK
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No sir, yes sir.
Ok, thank you.
Being an arse never gets you anywhere.
So if I answer every question they ask seriously without a smart arse remark but leave out the "sir" part. I'm being an arse?
Also. I'm not thanking a cop for giving me a ticket.
Posted on 9/10/24 at 3:46 pm to Thundercles
Certainly not my worst police interaction, but prolly the most interesting.
Was propmastering an episode of "Profiler" years ago in Santa Monica, when I was tasked with picking up a custom human head dummy made to look like the stiff of the week from whom we had to film the process of lifting a fingerprint off the dummy's eyeball. Needless to say, the dummy head was incredibly realistic. The head was mounted on a metal spike screwed into a wooden base. I seat belted the rig into the passenger seat of my SUV and began the drive across the city to where we were shooting that day. I was ok for time, so I stopped in a 7-11 for a cup of coffee. As soon as I exited my vehicleI looked up to see an LAPD helicopter swooping low over the parking lot while 5 squad cars squealed into the parking lot and 10 police officers all with guns drawn commanding began me to get on the ground. I complied while an LAPD dipshit ground a 12 gauge riot gun against my ear. After about a minute of me being read my rights, I was finally allowed to speak. I told them my side of the story. They couldn't believe how photorealistic the head was. I ended up being late to return to the studio due to the cops all needing to have their pictures taken with the dummy head. It was especially galling that the unwiped a-hole who bruised the side of my face with his shotgun needed extra pictures because "nobody's going to believe this shite!" It turns out that some old lady on the 405 freeway spotted the prop head and called it in that I was driving around with a severed head in my car.
Fun times...
Was propmastering an episode of "Profiler" years ago in Santa Monica, when I was tasked with picking up a custom human head dummy made to look like the stiff of the week from whom we had to film the process of lifting a fingerprint off the dummy's eyeball. Needless to say, the dummy head was incredibly realistic. The head was mounted on a metal spike screwed into a wooden base. I seat belted the rig into the passenger seat of my SUV and began the drive across the city to where we were shooting that day. I was ok for time, so I stopped in a 7-11 for a cup of coffee. As soon as I exited my vehicleI looked up to see an LAPD helicopter swooping low over the parking lot while 5 squad cars squealed into the parking lot and 10 police officers all with guns drawn commanding began me to get on the ground. I complied while an LAPD dipshit ground a 12 gauge riot gun against my ear. After about a minute of me being read my rights, I was finally allowed to speak. I told them my side of the story. They couldn't believe how photorealistic the head was. I ended up being late to return to the studio due to the cops all needing to have their pictures taken with the dummy head. It was especially galling that the unwiped a-hole who bruised the side of my face with his shotgun needed extra pictures because "nobody's going to believe this shite!" It turns out that some old lady on the 405 freeway spotted the prop head and called it in that I was driving around with a severed head in my car.
Fun times...
Posted on 9/10/24 at 3:52 pm to Jenious
Was fricking a black girl and was waiting for her to get home at a hood gas station. Multiple cops pulled up behind me lights on etc. I shouldn’t have but I let them search the car and by the time it was over there were 12 cops there. The funny thing is the white cops were actually pretty cool. The Uncle Tom there thought he was about to get an arrest and was an absolute dick. Also had west Alabama narcotics and the DEA bust in on my college apartment because my roommate sold some weed. I had nothing on me and they still harassed the shite out of me, threatening, etc. I don’t really care for cops
Posted on 9/10/24 at 3:53 pm to Thundercles
I got assaulted by 4 narcotics officers for being white while cultivating marijuana and lying about my identity for an hour or so. Let me tell you, "I'm not him, I'm his friend visiting him" seems like a simple lie to keep track of, but it gets infinitely more complicated when your friends keep getting detained as they show up to your house.
Posted on 9/10/24 at 3:55 pm to CunningLinguist
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Livingston parish
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speed limit of 75
When was this? I've been in this parish over 25 years and I've never seen the speed limit here 75 MPH.
Posted on 9/10/24 at 3:56 pm to Thundercles
I'm Cuban American and all my police interactions have been pleasant. Police tend to like Cubans with a military background.
Posted on 9/10/24 at 4:20 pm to wackatimesthree
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Cop asked me to get out of car and asked to search. I was very cordial and accepted.
quote:I was a young college kid. Didn't expect him to trash my car
Don't ever let them search.
Posted on 9/10/24 at 4:29 pm to TheDeathValley
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I didn't get beat, but he slammed me onto the table to cuff me.
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Wasn't a terrible interaction
wut
Posted on 9/10/24 at 4:33 pm to Thundercles
Drunkenly arrested after an Ole Miss/LSU doubleheader my senior year in college. If that had happened a year or two later, I’m pretty confident I’d be a viral sensation over that arrest where I got the whole student section in unison screaming “He’s not that drunk!!! He’s not that drunk!!!” My parents were in the stands wondering who the students were yelling about, and they were not thrilled to discover it was me getting arrested.
Posted on 9/10/24 at 4:37 pm to Thundercles
Posted on 9/10/24 at 5:18 pm to SuperSaint
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SuperSaint
Damn! This thread is for real now
Posted on 9/10/24 at 5:20 pm to Thundercles
Driving home last one night I got pulled over for running a stop sign that wasn't there. They asked me a bunch of question and I heard one of them radio to "get ready to roll the K9 unit." They were clearly trying to rile me up so I would give them a reason to search my vehicle. I stayed calm and they eventually let me go.
I must have fit some kind of profile or maybe they were just bored.
I must have fit some kind of profile or maybe they were just bored.
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