I’ve had several encounters with the police in my many years. Some of them are quite commonplace and some of them are like, “Shit…what were you thinking!”
There was the time I briefly dated a cop. I never felt so safe in my own home with a gun on the beside table. But you can’t walk with your arms around their waist because that holster really gets in the way! He was too tall and skinny for me anyway.
And the one time I was pulled over where the first words out of the officer’s… the young, blond cute officer… was a compliment. I wish it was a compliment on my looks but he complimented me on safely crossing 4 lanes to make my exit in such tight traffic. But he still had to give me a ticket for following too close to a car. Too bad he didn’t give me his number too!
Ah, and the time I dated a young man whose life career was being a drummer in his band. He and some of my girlfriends and I went up to Forest Lawn drive for an impromptu gathering (this was back in the 80’s!… today that would be a rave in a warehouse!) Anyway we were walking along and there was the lovely smell of ganja and cigarettes and probably beer here and there. Then I happened to glance across the L.A. River divide and saw a lot of police cars driving by. I was wondering about that and about to say something when I noticed a helicopter. Seconds after I noticed that it’s spotlight went on, the cop cars hit their lights as they pulled up and the bullhorn from the copter said, “Don’t anyone move.” We four high tailed it to my car and after brief questioning from the police they let leave.
And the time I dated a very bad character who got pulled over for drunk driving (this was in Iowa while in college) and me and another girl were in the back of his pick up truck in this camper-like shell. We had no idea WHAT was going on, because the shell had no windows, until a cop opened the back and told us to get out. The bad character was hauled to jail but the cops let us go. It was scarier driving that 1950’s pick up with no actual pedal on the gas peddle…just a knob, no power brakes or power steering than it was being confronted by the cops.
So that is most of the varied law incidents I can remember. Doesn’t detract on iota from my love of a man in uniform. Hmmm, I wonder if I can find a cop bar somewhere….