What's your weirdest cop encounter ?

[jpd]

One last one. My grandfather was in Europe, so I was driving his '89 Eldorado. I loved that car. Had a digital speedometer. Got frustrated by a line of slow moving traffic, and switched lanes to go around. Bam, cop jumps out in the street and waives me over into a line of about 10 cars. Digital speedometer says 32. Speed limit is 35.

I pull over, stick my head out the window, and yell "Hey, I was going 32".

Cop looks up from his ticket book, says "This is a school zone *******!"

I said "Oh" then promptly shut the f up.

[jshape]

My 65th birthday this summer and I have to drive to the UP of Michigan for my nephew’s wedding. We leave at about 8:00 AM on Saturday heading north east to the freeway on a little traveled two lane highway. No other cars in sight and I’m going about 65-70. I notice another car coming towards me so I begin to slow a bit…. no gumball….OK, it’s just another SUV…oh crap it’s a State Trooper SUV!! Sure enough, the SUV does a 180 and lights me up. By this time I’d already pulled over. I have a friend in the front seat and my wife in the back seat right behind me.

Trooper comes up to the window – she’s not smiling…

My wife rolls down the back window and pleads,

“Don’t give him a ticket – it’s his 65th birthday – isn’t that penalty enough?”
“Your birthday, eh?”
“Yes ma’am, it is. See, right here on my license. And here’s the registration that I renewed last week and let me get my insurance certificate out of the glove compartment, OK?”
“OK”

I handed her my insurance certificate and she says,

“Well, that’s strike two - this certificate is expired!”
“Sorry, must have grabbed the wrong one, it’s in here somewhere….yeah, here it is!”

Then she says,

“So where are you heading so quickly this morning?”
“My nephew’s wedding”
“Where’s the wedding?”
“In Hessel, in the UP”
“When is it?
“At three this afternoon”
“How’s your driving record?”
“It’s fine… really, I haven’t had a ticket in years”

She goes back to her car and about 5 minutes later comes up and says,

“You think you can make it Hessel by three if you keep it at the speed limit?”
“Yes ma’am I do!”

She hands me back my license, insurance and registration and says,

“Happy birthday, John, and have fun at the wedding!”

Not all cops are heartless!

[jshape]

One more,

My wife’s sister and her husband used to live directly across the street from us. Their house number was 554 and ours was 555.

A number of years ago we were coming home on a Sunday afternoon from my wife’s family’s cottage on the other side of the state. I had my family in our Fairmont SW and my brother-in-law was ahead of me in his car.

In the little town of Pinckney, the speed limit is 25. As soon as you leave town it jumps up to 45 then 55. We’re just about leaving town when a cop literally jumps out of a cornfield that was still in the town limits and shoots my brother-in-law with a hand held radar gun and motions him to pull over. I think, Wow, he got Steve, and I quickly slow down and begin to pass Steve and the cop. But the cop motions me to pull over as well.

I figure that there is no way he can clock us both so when he comes up to my window I say I wasn’t speeding – it was the car in front of me and I was going the speed limit. Why did you pull me over?

He asks for my license and registration. He come back and says,

“You were following the car ahead of you.”
“Nope I was just driving along minding my own business.”

With that he asks me to step out of the car, leads me to my brother-in-law’s car and says,

“Isn’t this a coincidence? Mr. Shape, I’d like you to meet your neighbor, Mr. Brown! You apparently don’t know each other since you weren’t following him, right?”
“Ah……………..”

$65 ticket.

[Roosterrusek]

Mine happened over 20 years ago...

I used to work at a restaraunt called Jimmy John's in West Chester Pa. This is the original Jimmy John's, not the one that is around now...mine was started in 1940. Important to the story...

Anyway, I was coming home from a Frat Party one night where I just happened to not be drinking as I was needing to be up early yada yada. Now it was a Toga Party (cue the Animal House references) and they also had an alcohol fight in the basement complete with cups of grain punch being lobbed about.

So there I am, in a toga and I smell like I took a shower in alcohol, cause I had! I am cruising home and doing about 70 in a 35 mph (little country road) and I get pulled over. I am absolutely convinced I am going to jail. Cop comes up complete with the big old flashlight, I roll down the window and before I can say anything, the cop exclaims "Jesus you smell", julst like that I reply, "sir I know this looks and smells bad, but I can explain and I have not had anything to drink" (was rare). He listened to my story, takes my license and reg and starts looking all in the car and his flashlight stops on my Jimmy Johns t-shirt. He then lights me up and asks me if I work at Jimmy John's, yes sir I do.

He takes me info back to the car, comes back and says "OK, hit the road and keep it down. You know how the deer are around here so be smart" and lets me go.

Thing is, we used to only charge the cops 50% for all their meals and they came from all over to eat there...he totally knew me.


Dad's story comes after he cut his left index finger off in a snowblower accident...NOTE, always disengage the impeller before reaching into the inner workings of a snowblower.

So Dad has to do these hand exercises where he extends his left arm and hand...I guess it was to help stretch the skin on his newly short finger. He is doing this out the window driving along and at one time did it while a cop was driving by. Cop wheels around and pulls Dad over and asks him why he felt it necessary to make the obscene gesture to him.

Dad starts laughing and the cop says that he didn't see the humor in it. Dad says "you think I gave you the finger?"...cop, "yeah I do"...Dad says "this finger?" and holds up his hand, pink fleshy stub of a finger that it is....

Cop smiles and actually said "OK, yeah I see the humor. Have a nice day!

Classic Dad....