Please recount your most entertaining run-in with the law
 

From another board. Here is mine:

We were comming back from Spring Break and was on the road toward Binghamton. We got pulled over speeding. The cops was about to write a ticket, then saw one of us wearing a Buffalo State sweatshirt. He then ask "You guys from Buffalo State?" We said, "Yeah." So he asked bout some professor, which one of the guys knew. And they end up talking about the professor for a good 15 minutes. So he said "Guess I have to let you go since you are from my alma matter."

Later on, between Syracuse and Rome, we got pulled over again. Same driver too. We decided, why not and tried the Buffalo State angle again. We were flaunting hats, jersey, jackets, etc. He laughed and said "Sorry guys, I'm from cortland state and I hated your school." Gave the driver a ticket and laughed his ass off.

My 21st Birthday.

We were leaving downtown at about 3am. It was my 21st so you can imagine the state of mind I was in. ;) At around this time, downtown Orlando streets get really crowded from all the people who are driving home after a night of partying. So, me and a bunch of my friends are packed into my sorority sister's SUV. I'm squished between my boyfriend and my big sis. At this point, I realize that I REALLY have to go to the bathroom. The chauffer (my sorority sister) begged me to hold it until we got home. But, downtown O-Town is 20 minutes from my house and with all the traffic and the rain that started to come in, it would probably make the drive about 30 minutes. Five minutes later, I was whining, "Just let me out here! I'll pee in an alley!" She finally realized that I was serious about my need to go. We stopped at a 7-11. There was a women's bathroom and a men's bathroom. The women's bathroom line was 15 people long (of course) and the men's line only had 2 people. I felt like I was going to explode. So, I'm in the girl's bathroom line when I get the greatest idea...why not use the men's bathroom? I started inching towards to men's bathroom line. Meanwhile, I'm drunk as a skunk so I'm all wobbling around. This cop who is standing around sees what I'm trying to do. She comes over to me and just stands behind me with her arms crossed. The last thing I want is to be arrested on my 21st birthday. I stumble back over to the women's line with an embarrassed look on my face. She stood next to me the whole time I was waiting in line. I had to try SO hard to keep my balance and not open my big mouth for fear that she'd arrest me for public intoxication (yes, you can be arrested for that....I've had a few unfortunate friends who now have a record for this). It took fifteen minutes until it was my turn for the bathroom. It was HELL!

Met a chapter sister when I was teaching a class to police officers (she was the officer) several years ago. We lived in the same town..class was in another.

"Met" her again 3 weeks later when a lady rear-ended my car (yea, she had more damage, lol). Heather was the officer on the scene and filled out the accident report.

Whenever I saw her in the patrol car, I'd wave....I believe she's now a stay-at-home mom.

It wasn't mine, but it sho was funny :)

Some friends and I were partying at another friend's apartment. Well the party then spread across the way to another apartment and soon we had people walking back and forth across the courtyard. We were all drunker than Kooter Brown and blaring David Allen Coe when a girlfriend of mine came in and said there were cops out. So being the underage freaks that we were, we drop everything and start covering things up. We look out the window and a BICYCLE cop is writing MIP's (Minor in Possession) to three of our friends. One of my friends didn't heed our other friend's warning and walked outside with a beer. Anyway, one of the girls starts crying and pleading with the cop (keep in mind we are all watching this from the apartment). She goes into full blown hysterics, practically hyperventilating.

She still got a ticket - tee hee. For the rest of the year we would always started fake crying anytime anything didn't go our way. HAHA

High school, "parking" with boyfriend, busted by policeman, small town, grew up with my mom....still mortified when I see this guy whenever I'm home :eek:

It's not so much entertaining as stupid on my part. Over winter break, I was dropping my friend off at her apartment on campus after the bar, along with this SAE I had been wanting to meet and ended up meeting that night through a mutual friend. Anyway she gets out of the car, and I notice that there's a cop car that had followed me into the lot and had pulled over a ways on the side of me. So I'm like greeeaat. I roll down my window and she's like did you know you were tailing me and tailing a cop has a fine of $400 (or something like that). I was like no, I'm sorry. And she's like don't ever do it again. And I'm like okay, I'm sorry. And she just stares at me, I'm like okaaaaay. I was pretty embarassed with the guy in the car next to me, but luckily she didn't do anything. I then realized that yeah, I was tailing a car on my way there because it was going so slow, but I hadn't realized it was a cop car. Then it had pulled off to the side and I passed it, but then it got back on the road and followed me-- that was the cop. Whooops!

1:45 AM - Sunday morning. Knock at the door - not a usual occurence. I look outside and there are two police officers, and a spotlight on the van in front of our house. Uh-oh.

So the police inform me as they were driving by, that one of our windows in the van had been shot out by a BB gun. Great.

Investigation is on going, and I'm in the process of installing multiple video monitors around the yard - hope someone decides to be stupid again, we'll have them live on video!

Arya, that is so funny!

My most entertaining run in was with an off duty officer who bought me a drink at Off the Wagon and took me home. ;)

I think ksigkid was with me this night, not sure though - but anyway, me and a couple guys went to the bar around the corner, a complete craphole that everyone went to for last call - anyway we left a couple others at the house, and bounced out. These three were just plowed, which really wasn't all that novel, it was a pretty standard night for them.

Anyway, they were on the porch, hooting and hollering, and the neighbors called the police to quiet them down. The police come by to say hi, and a female officer came up to the porch to chat.

Gritty looks at her and says, "Hey guys - did we order a stripper?"

We get back, and the three of them are sitting on the couch inside, laughing hysterically that no one got arrested. Apparently, she just blew it off like no one said anything, and asked them to move it inside.

I have a similar story to KR.

Boyfriend is up for the weekend, sorority house is full, so we drive down to the river and are parking. (May I mention it's 11 AM) Well before things get too involved, a cop car pulls up behind us and we freak. We (ahem) readjust ourselves and wait for the cop to come up to us....and wait and wait. After sitting there for, oh, 10 minutes, boyfriend goes back to the cop car to see what is up. He comes back shaking his head and chuckling. Turns out the officers just pulled in to enjoy some pizza and didn't even notice us. :rolleyes:

Oh, and Pitt people take note...just a couple months ago, coming back from the South Side I got pulled over at a checkpoint under the Birmingham Bridge, mainly because I didn't understand the officer's bizarre "stop - no, go - no, slow" sign language. I had to do the nose touching, breathalyzer, whole deal. I think they felt somewhat silly when I blew a .01.

This was back when I was in high school.

A friend of mine and I were in my garage doing something to his '81 Civic's Exhaust system. We were wearing dirty car-work type clothes, covered with grease (we had done some other stuff to his car as well). We finished and decided to take it for a spin.

We continue to drive down my street and exit my addition. We leave the garage door open. A cop (there are *never* cops in my neighborhood) happens to see us leave my house. So he pulls us over after we're about 100 yards or so out of my neighborhood. This is probably around 11PM.

He approaches the car and begins to interrogate us about what the hell we're doing out on this night. We explain what we had been doing. He asks for my friend's license and registration and then goes to check them out. 2 other cop cars roll up behind him. We're sitting there wondering what the hell is going on (realizing this guy can't really do anything to us since we weren't doing anything illegal).

He comes back to the car and asks for my license. I reply "Why would I have a license on me sir? I'm not driving." So we have to go through this whole BS process where he verifies that I actually live at the house who's garage door I left open:rolleyes:

He turned down my offer to go back to the house and ask my folks :D

After hanging out for about 30 minutes he decides that he will "Let us off with a warning". A warning for what?

Don't think it was funny? This may have been one of those things where you had to be there.

Bisides the usual getting rousted by cops whle parking with girlfriends, several incidents in college...

Walking back to my car a block away from a July 4 riot when the bars closed at Indian Lake in Ohio. Aux. Deputy jumps out of the bushes and point a 12 guage double barrell at my head and yells "FREEZE." I did. After a short chat, he let me go back to my car.

Shooting film for a Columbus TV station at an Anti-war protest at Ohio University (I worked for the station in the summer), local cop comes up and raises his baton as if to hit me. I panned the camera to his shield (number). He turned around and left.

Same thing happened at the great snowball riot of 1968. Those APD cops just didn't like cameras, I guess.

Pretty drunk on St. Patty's day weekend and had just taken my date home (Freshman year). Rioting going on at main intersection in town, and another guy and I figured that if we could just skirt the riot and get to a fast food place (The BBF) and have some fries, we would be OK. (Well, I said I was pretty wasted, didn't I?) We made it to the BBF and met up with a couple of pals who were down visiting from Ohio State. The riot started to spread toward the restaurant and the kids inside started chanting, "Cops Eat Isht." I was just sitting there clapping my hands, not saying anything, (really, it's true) and this rent-a-cop came up and threw my friends and me out -- giving a little shove with his rent-a-baton as I walked down the steps. Moments later, we found one of my roommates passed out on the West Green after chugging a pint of Kesslers.

This happened in june, I was speeding (like 90mph) and went around these slow cars, legally in the passing lane, anywho I'm thinkin why is this car catching up to me, so when I pass those slow cars, I see the damn flashing lights. I'm like crap I'm screwed. It was a damn unmarked CHP car, a Dodge Intrepid, come on now!!!

Convo that follows-
CHP: So miss why were you speeding?
Me: um I have a curfew officer (it just slipped out of my mouth, didn't have a curfew)
CHP: What time is your curfew miss?
Me: 11:30 (pm), sir (it was around 11:15pm at the time and I was like 15 minutes away from home)
CHP: How old are u miss?
Me: 23 sir
CHP: Where do u live?
Me: Nicolaus, officer, its about 15 miles north of here.
CHP: I know where it is, can I please see ur license and registration.
Me: Yes sir
So he comes back 5 minutes later, I;m silently freakin out, I think he saw me with my head in my hands.
CHP: Well Allison, I'll let you go this time, just drive slower and be more careful.
Me: Thank you officer I will.

i think he felt sorry for me cuz being a 23 year old with a 11:30 curfew LOL :p

This was my freshman year...I had some friends in the Film dept that were always taping dumb shit to practice their editing skills. Well I was hanging out w/ one of them (who I eventually would date) and he found out that his roommates were performing their "Tuesday Shenanigans" (a tradition in their house where they'd do stupid sh*t on Tues nights) at the coliseum parking lot. We walked over there, camera in hand to observe. Someone had managed to pilfer a shopping cart and they had filled it w/ pillows and tied it to the back of a small pickup truck. Then one of the roomies got in with full body gear and the truck started up. They drove around the parking lot for around 1 minute before the guy started feeling sick and bailed. He *jumped* out of the cart and rolled for a good 50 feet after that into the grass. Then some of our friends on roller skates decided to grab on to the cart and be slung around a bit. All of a sudden we saw lights and realized that it was the university police. They held us for probably 15 minutes while they verified everyone's identity and all that. We were finally let go and told "never to do it again." And all of it's on tape!!!

My encounters with the law have all been pretty tame... "What, me, speed, officer?" ;)

Here's a good story from my husband, though.

MIT has a grand old tradition of hacks - creative pranks, such as putting a campus police car on top of the Great Dome, transforming a lobby into a cathedral, etc. There's a whole code of ethics, chief of which is that you must not destroy anything; the administration and campus police pretty much turn a blind eye as long as the code is followed.

On Halloween of his freshman year, Mr. aephi alum and a few of his friends decided to pull their first hack. There is an archway on campus from which they decided to string a giant spider web, complete with spider. So they got a lot of string, assembled the web, made a styrofoam spider, and late at night, went out to the arch. It took them a good half-hour to get the web strung up, and just as they finished - up came a CP car - lights, siren, the whole bit - and two CPs jumped out and caught them red-handed.

After the group explained what they were up to, the CPs called back to headquarters, and the chief came out to see what was going on. The group figured they were in deep trouble if the chief was on her way. But she took one look at the web and simply said: "Cool!" Then she turned to the group and said, "That's a good hack, so I'm going to let this go. Just one thing, though: You are all MIT students, right?" They all nodded. "Good," she said, "because if you turn out to be from Harvard I'll really be in trouble."

:D

Oh, almost forgot about this stunt I pulled in high school.

I grew up in a small, boring town. My friends and I grew bored a lot. There was nearby lake that had the name of the lake posted on a sign near the shore. It read "Big Bass Lake". So, my friends and I got this idea one night to make the sign read how we wanted it read. We got some paint that matched the sign. We painted over the B in Bass. The sign now read, "Big Ass Lake". We thought it was real funny until the cops started handed out notices in the neighborhood that said if anyone knew who did this to let them know. (small town...cops had nothing better to do either) My friends and I were so scared that someone may have seen us painting; we made sure to stay at home practically every night for a month after that to keep ourselves out of trouble.

Me and two other close friends got pulled over in North Carolina on a trip to Nags Head. Back up was called in and the TV stations were notified even before we were pulled over and questioned. Come to find out, the car we were in was reported to have drug trafficing in the local area. We were all pulled over, frisked and the car searched. After instense questioning and a phone call home to my parents in Virginia, we were released. To make a really scary story short, my freinds boyfreind was taking her car to North Carolina to sell drugs when she thought he was borrowing it for work. None of us knew about his "secret life" but it finally caught up with us and scared us shitless!! Needless to say she dumped his ass after he went to jail!!!! :rolleyes:

There's a fairly ritzy subdivision called Bristlecone Pines in my hometown, and a lot of people like to rearrange the letters (facing a highway and two country roads) to spell Penis. They're now bolted down and spotlighted at all times. I luckily never got caught doing that.

I don't really have very many entertaining cop stories, I look a little older than I am so I've always been okay after partying. I think the worst was the first time I got pulled over...there is a podunk stop sign in my town where there's a left turn lane and a straight lane. I rolled through the left turn lane and went straight, and got pulled over. This was the day after I got my license, so I am none too happy about this. My friend and I had been blasting Limp Bizkit, so I reach down to turn off the stereo and grab my license. The cop shines a light in the car and interrogates me about what I was doing - he thought I was hiding beer or weed! :p He let me off with a warning, thankfully.

Actually, I just thought of another funny cop story - I was back at my high school for some reason or other and had a bunch of my friends in my car freshman year of college. We had this little pathway connecting the road to the parking lot that I decided I wanted to drive accross. (I don't know why this seemed fun, but at the time it seemed like a super idea.) As I do that, I start driving through the parking lot and get pulled over IN THE PARKING LOT of the junior/senior building for doing this. The cop thought we were drunk and sent us on our way. :p

Definitely my most entertaining brush with the law was getting held by the FBI in 1975 for several hours because they were convinced I was the infamous criminal Patty Hearst.

YES, it's true.

Heh..I am soooooo with you!!

I was busted with my then-boyfriend back in high school about my senior year. On a back road (that no one travels) and here comes a stupid cop. Worst thing was, the ex had just turned off his scanner (yep..firefighter) so we didn't get a warning before. Thankfully, they didn't ask for ID on me, my cousin works in the local PD and since my parents are HEAVILY into politics it would have been around to them by morning..oye!

ZTAngel, the big ass lake story cracked me up!

Okay, after reading everyone's funny stories here's one of mine:

The first winter break home from college, my best friends from home decided we were going to have a girls' weekend up at my friend's apartment at UC Santa Barbara. The first night we are there we are just hanging out and drinking boxed wine (you know because we thought it was so mature :rolleyes: ). Well, anyone that has been to UCSB or the Isla Vista area knows that police in the area are super-rigid and on a major power trip due to the insane partying that goes on there on a regular basis. So, anyway it's just me and four friends hanging out and all of a sudden the door busts open and its the cops claiming that they had received a disturbance report on us (ummm yeah...it's the middle of winter break, five girls in their p.j.s in a area comprised of a student population...there is no way we were called about disturbing). So, my friend, who is pre-law and a cop's daughter starting arguing that they can't just come in its against the law until the cop says "I looked in the window and saw that huge bong sitting on the table". My other friend, in her drunken stupor, comes in the room and misunderstood the cops and starts asking "What are we going to watch JAMES BOND?" This bong was not any of ours but my friend's roommate and it isn't just an ordinary bong but a $300.00 3 foot high hand-blown glass bong that he had left over break. Suddenly, the cop leaves and my pre-law friend (also very drunk) takes the bong and runs into a bedroom to hide it (what like the cop isn't going to remember it or realize its gone :confused: ) When he comes back in, he's so pissed that he threatens to take us in for under-age drinking so I, being the super paraniod one and fearing my parents' wrath, go get the bong and he makes me break it outside on the sidewalk. When I walk out side, I realize that their is a huge commotion next door and then see several cops carrying large potted plants out and I can't understand why. We only find out later that there was a huge drug bust next door and that the cops had heard us laughing and screaming and thought we were somehow involved like harboring the dealer who had apparently disappeared. Finally, like two hours later, after all being interrogated, we were let go with a warning for under-age drinking and a business card to call if we saw any activity next door.

It's funny now and a big joke between friends now but at the time I was so scared I was going to have to have my parents drive up from LA to pick me up in jail for drug dealing and underage drinking.

I have had a bunch of strange ones.. but to me these top the list...

in 6th grade I was called out of class to the office. They told me to go in a certain room and wait. So I am sitting in there having no clue what I could have done wrong and the next thing I know the school's drug officer type person came in. He sat there questioning me forever about me selling drugs in school. I was just this young sixth grader scared out of my mind. He kept insisting that I was even when I was denying it. Finally he let me go.. my parents ecsp. my dad were so mad.. (he is the district chief of probation and parole in our area.. ) It was actually an older girl at school with the same first name

another time.. this was the beginning of freshman year.. I was in the study lounge on my dorm hall reading.. enters two police officers and a university offical with my roommate. They said that the have reason to believe that I have a wanted fugitive living in my room. So they go back with us and search my room.. this really freaked me out, but even more my roommate bc we hadnt know each other that long... turns out there was another girl at school with the same name as me.. thats who had the fugitive boyfriend.. we finally got it straight and she wasnt in school any longer..


mistaken identity twice.. :eek:

I've never ever had a runin with the law. Never gotten a speeding ticket, nothing. I feel lame....

I was five years old. My sister was driving me to the city pool where she worked as a lifeguard one morning when we got pulled over at the only stoplight in our town. The police officer got out and came over to the car, and he was being really rude...I remember that, even though I can't even remember what he said my sister did or didn't do. He drawled, "Well, I'm the law in this here town--" and my sister cut in and said, "Yeah, well you need to brush up on your laws, then!" and sped off! Classic. :p

You were lucky, he must have forgotten to bring "The Bullett" that day.

(If you don't understand, watch some old Andy Griffith shows)

My cousin went to Renssalaer, in New York for his undergrad degree. He and some friends drove to Canada and on the way back they had a little trouble. The U.S. Border Patrol cops asked them if they had "anything to declare" and my smarta** cousin replied, "Nothing except the dead body in the trunk."

Good idea! :rolleyes: So of course all the guys have to get out of the car. The cops take all their names and interrogate them. They search the car. My cousin's stupid comment resulted in a 3 hour delay. (this was pre-9/11, who knows what would happen now)

...but the best part...

THE COPS NEVER CHECKED THE TRUNK! They searched the entire inside of the car but never tried to get into the trunk. Go figure.

BWAHAHAHAHA!!!
What a hoot..... I love that show!!

Talking about border police, this didn't happen to me, but happen to my fraternity brothers.

They were on the way back to Buffalo from Canada. One of my brother is a Cuban-American. The Border Guard ask if they have any illegal stuff, yada yada yada, and they proceeded to inform them that they are only allowed to bring in Cuban per person into the country. Now, the Cuban definately mean Cuban cigar. But one of the brother said, "Don't worry officer, we're only bringing in one Cuban with us." They all look at Tony and started laughing their ass off. They didn't get stop or anything cause Iguess the border guard also laughed his ass off.

I hate the pigs. Even more I hate the Federales.

-Rudey
--GED qualified, doughnut eating, fat bellied pigs.

Hey, a few years ago my pal in San Fran took me by the bank that you -- I mean Patty -- helped rob.

When I was in High School my dad handed me down his car. A very sweet burgundy 280ZX. :cool: Well at graduation I was so late I walked into line as they were walking out to be seated. On the way home from graduation I was stopped three times for my car registration being expired.
Not one of them gave me a ticket. The only thing I can think of is that I had Alabama plates (Dad was living in Florence). I had an Oklahoma drivers liscence (what? I had only moved a year and a half before :p .). And I lived in Texas. I don't think they wanted to bother with the paperwork. ;) :D

All I could think was thank god they hadn't stopped me on my way to graduation!!! :eek:

that sounds like me...i have an arizona drivers license, new mexico license plates and i live in new jersey..i'm so scared to get pulled over for fear of how sketchy i look to the cops :)

How do you explain to the cop cracking up why you are in a chicken suit, one friend dressed like a hotdog, the other dressed in drag and a midget as your sober driver....not on holloween mind you????? :eek:

Well that's my run in and I think the cop took our picture so that when he TRIED to explain the pull over they would have a visual

I've posted this on another board before, but it does have its moments:

This tells better in person, when I can do the proper accents, but... My best sorority friend, Cheryl & I both had job interviews in Atlanta, & we were able to make them for the same day. Flew to Atlanta, only to find out that we weren't able to rent a car because we were under 25. We sat there with our luggage, disgusted, trying to decide what to do when we saw a familiar face: "Isn't that Dave?" It was Dave, who was dating a sister of ours, and believe it or not, he worked for Hertz! We got a car!

We had made arrangements to stay at Emory University, since it was closest, and the ADPi house was incredible! All the sororities have the same basic townhouse, but this was decorated magnificently! If you ever saw photos of how Princess Diana decorated Highgrove, in the lovely blues, whites, and yellows, you get the idea. Only 4 or 5 sisters could live there, but they were really hospitable. The only possible complaint I could have was that it was arctic in the basement (where we were sleeping)!! The only time we wore our coats was to sleep in!

Neither of us decided to take the jobs offered to us (another long story), so we visited National Alpha Delta Pi Headquarters. Well! The welcome simply could not have been warmer, and we so enjoyed seeing the memorabilia and the Executive Office. Delightful! High on ADPi, we decided to get up early the next day, and drive to Macon, home of the Adelphean Society which is now Alpha Delta Pi, first society for college women founded in 1851.

Now, I should tell y'all that Cheryl has a tendency to stutter when she's upset. Also, we are both Virginians, but had PA driver's licenses at the time. I should also tell you that my mama had given us very strict warnings to be more than careful while in Macon County. Cheryl was driving, and I was riding shotgun. The ride to Macon itself was uneventful, but once we got into the town itself, we were hopelessly lost.

We pulled over & were looking at a map of Macon, when we realized that a police car had trapped us on the side. The policeman got out, looked pointedly at the Hertz license plate, and asked, "Are you little ladies in trouble?" Cheryl almost fainted. I drawled, "No, sir," just as I noticed that another police car was now in front of us, and that policeman - wearing the Smoky hat & mirrored sunglasses - was coming up to my side of the car. Hands on his hips, he basically thrust his groin to the car, and said, "Where y'all from?" (picture about 15 syllables in that statement) Cheryl started stuttering, "P-P-P-P-P-P-P..." just as I said, "Why, Virginia, sir! We're looking for Georgia Wesleyan!" Cheryl looked at me as if I had gone mad, and kept saying frantically, "P-P-P-P-P-P...!" The policemen relaxed a little, and said, "Why y'all want the college?" I was giving them my best Scarlett O'Hara dimples and eye fluttering, and responded, "Why, Officer, we're Alpha Delta Pi's, and we'd like to see the Adelphean Room y'all have up there!"

Well! You would have thought I said I was the Queen of Sheba there to grant their every wish! The "mirrored one" stepped back, and said, "Deputy, escort these little ladies to the College, and you show them some hometown hospitality!" The deputy gave us a full police escort, lights & all, and took us directly to the Adelphean Room - which was locked! Seems that they were refurbishing both the Adelphean & Philomathean rooms due this out for us), but we were allowed a quick glance through a window. He made sure we know a good restaurant while we were in town, told Betty Lou that we were Alpha Delta Pi girls ("We have us some Alpha Delta Pi girls here!"), and made sure we knew how to get back on the highway! All in all, a most memorable experience - even though we never did see the room!

That cracked me up!
Thanks for a morning laugh!

It was the end of the last school year and me and one of my sisters went to a party. The party was next to a popular bar. Well, the party was going good until a lot of police came in and told everyone had to stay. Me and my sister were of age, so we were not worried but all the minors were dropping their drinks on the floor really fast. The officers were going around the party asking for everyone's I.Ds The party was thrown by one of the fraternities on campus and they got a ticket for noise and disturbance. Then the police told everyone that they had to leave.

This semester I went to a party a couple of weeks ago thrown by one of the sororities here, the party was full of people. I got there probably around 12:00a.m. and around 12:30 the police came and kicked everyone out. The sorority recieved a warning but everyone had to go if they did not want to get a ticket. There was over 200 people at the party and people were still coming in.

This didn't really happen to me directly, but involves one of my roommates from senior year....

I was working on a paper in our apartment, and I'm cranking out the pages, getting my work done, and I get a knock on the door. As I usually did when we had company (scary thought) I call out, "Come in!" There's no answer, so I get up and open the apartment door to two police officers, who ask if I'm (roommate's name). I say no, she's not here, and they ask when the last time it was that I saw her. I tell them I haven't seen her since earlier that afternoon, and they ask if there's anyway for me to get a hold of her. At first when I saw the cops, I'm assuming that something happened to one of my roommates, so I'm getting worried and when they ask if there's a way for me to get a hold of her, I get my cell phone and call her on her phone. When she answers, I tell her, "There's some cops here to see you. I'm going to hand the phone over to one of them to talk to you." After I hand the phone to one of the officers, I kind of stand dumbfounded there in our living room as the one officer talks to my roommate and the other officer is telling me that they have to check up on what's going on. After the officer is done with the phone, he thanks me for my help and leaves the apartment with his partner. I'm sitting on pins and needles until she comes back to the apartment to find out what happened.

The lowdown is this...she was at another friend's apartment helping them move a computer monitor from one friend's place to another with three other people in the car. While one of them was working on getting the monitor from the apartment, my diamond sister dares my roommate to climb into the trunk and act like she's dead to surprise the person in the apartment when he comes out to put the monitor in the trunk. My roommate refuses, but the other friend still sitting in the car says that he'll do it, so he climbs in the trunk and lays down. Well, unbeknownst to them, a pizza delivery guy pulled into the complex and observed a still body in the open trunk of her car, so he called the police and reported it to them. My roommate had to go down to the police station in town (not the campus police, the town's police) and bring in her driver's license and answer a bunch of questions.

I used this incident to have some fun with my roommate for quite a while after it occurred....;) :D

While walking back from the bar, I tried to start a fight with a mailbox because it looked at me funny. I was yelling and pushing the mailbox. There was a police car that stopped and they got out. They just look at me and started to laugh. Thank God one of the officer knew me. They just put me in the back seat and drove me home. The next day, the officer that knew me stop by and started to make fun of me the whole day. Moral of the story, don't try to start a fight with a mailbox.