Please recount your most entertaining run-in with the law

[Benzgirl]

Mine was in high school, almost 30 years ago.

It was the week prior to graduation and the senior class always got together at midnight for a Senior Prank. Typically, it involved something traditional like toilet papering the school or painting the bell.

Well....we had to be different. We all got together and decided to hang as many pairs of very large underware outside the school. Everyone hit K-Mart and bought those 3-pack of the cheapest we could find.

Most people took the easy route and hung their pairs in the courtyard trees or dangling from the school sign, and left. After all, it was a school night and after midnight.

Six guys and myself (I was the ring-leader) decided to tie all of our pairs together and run them up the flagpole. We were all laughing so hard that one of the neighbors heard us and called the police since they thought we were breaking into the school.

Here comes the police, and haul all of us to the station -- which was only a few blocks away. It turned out that not only was I the only girl, I was the only one that was 18. So as the police were calling the parents of the minors for curfew violations, they were contemplating vandalism charges against me. I don't remember caring that much.

I'm not sure why they called my parents since I was not a minor, but my dad told me he started to laugh as they told him that I was being held for running women's underware up the flag pole. I then saw the officer get a strange look on his face. When he put my dad on hold, he said, "Your dad wants to know if any of the pairs were your mother's".

My sarcastic response, "No, they are not her size".

Someone was on the phone with the principal. Not sure what all was discussed but we were all told that everything needed to be cleaned up by 6:00 am or we would be charged. So, we grabbed trash bags from the police station and cleaned up over 500 pairs of underware and piled them into my Chevette (it was 1980, ok!).

Being 18 and never cleaning up my car, I carried the trashbags full of underware around all summer. Finally, at an end of the summer party, I emptied the bags into the Junior Class President's car (he was a good friend). I never found out if he passed them on.

[honeychile]

I've told my story here, post #55. It's one of the best I have.

[texas*princess]

Originally Posted by honeychile

I've told my story here, post #55. It's one of the best I have.

HC - thank you so much for repointing me to that post! Everytime I read it, I get this dorky smile on my face!

I sooooooooo want to visit Georgia Wesleyan!

[christiangirl]

Hmm.....as far as entertaining, I'd go with my first time driving by myself. I took my dad's Volvo to school one night to meet the Science Club for our trip to the planetarium (yes, I was a certified geek, right down to my braces--no, I did not grow out of it). So we go, have fun, and come back. Now, I just need to drive home. My dad had absolutely forbade me to drive on the freeway, so I had to take the sidestreets home. No problem, right? Wrong. I went to the hoity-toity private school across town, about a 45 minute drive with no freeway. I'd only ever taken sidestreets TO school, going home I'd always taken the bus and train, so I never noticed one of those streets was one way. I had no idea how to get home without that street, so I ended up getting lost. Well, when you're 16 and lost, you tend to not notice the little things...like being in a right turn lane. There was no cement island that forced you to turn, so I just kept going straight until I noticed blue and red lights were following me. As I pulled over, I started sweating bullets and hyperventilating. My first time out and I was going to be arrested. My dad was going to kill me if I didn't get knifed down in prison first. It was going to be just like on TV and before I lived to see 17, I'd have been traded for a pack of cigarette's and nicknamed Tiny. This really tall cop gets out of his car and starts to lumber toward my car looking like John Wayne coming off a horse. My dad's Volvo was a very business-y type of car--very impressive looking with the little wipers for the headlights and everything. It just screamed powerful, middle-aged businessman. So the cop puts on his baddest game face and comes up to the huge, box-shaped Volvo and knocked on the window. The window rolled down and I swear his whole face scrunched into confusion when he realized he'd done all that tough guy action for a girl, barely over 5 feet with overalls, pigtails, and braces who looked like she was 13 and about to pee in her pants any second. I literally expected him to scratch his head, he looked that confused.

First, he checked my license for a full 5 minutes, making sure the holograms and everything were there (in 11th grade, I could've easily passed for junior high.) Then, he gave me a ticket for failure to obey traffic signs or something. If I'd thought of it, I'm sure I could have cried about how lost I was to get out of it, but I was too nervous at the time. Finally, he let me go and I found my way back to school, took the freeway from there, and was home in 15 minutes. I gave my dad the ticket and said, "Don't even try to make me pay for it because you're then one who said I couldn't take the freeway, which I had to do anyway. Plus, I'm 16, I'd just borrow the money from you anyway." My parents fussed for awhile, then the whole thing just became one of those family stories that were so not funny, we silently agreed to just never bring it up again. I like it that way.