Look out for undercover cops. Although, you don't know where they are because they are usually out of uniform and in regular looking cars. I guess what I'm saying is, be aware that an undercover cop could be well...anywhere.
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Play Games, Win Prizes
It was hot, and we were in Texas. She was wearing very short shorts, so I stuck my head all the way in her car, looked down at her crotch, then back at her and said, ‘I guess not, huh?’
The look on her face was priceless.
She was so upset. She got the ticket for speeding and the stop sign, and the ambulance bill, so it was about $1,500 in total.
If you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.”
‘Go Five-Oh’
“It was during a blizzard in NYC.
It was a bad one. I lived near the Port Authority building, and the streets were almost empty.
There was one cab on the street, and it slid out and hit a parked car so hard it popped it up onto the sidewalk. The cabbie backed out and started to drive off.
The only other car on the road was a black SUV that suddenly pulled in front of the cab. The guy got out and flashed his badge. The only other pedestrians yelled out, ‘Go five-oh!’
It was the only time I’ve ever heard people cheering for the police.”
Tooted Twice
“I was driving from Indianapolis to Bloomington one day to visit a friend on the Indiana University campus. I was going around 70 miles per hour or so, running late, and I passed a cop in an unmarked Mustang on the side of the road. He pulled out, and I got ready to pull over. He got behind me and just as he lit me up a lady in a red convertible came flying past both of us. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a completely stunned look on his face as if he was asking himself ‘Did this car just blow by both of us?’
It took him a couple of seconds to recover, but then he pulled up beside me, pointed at me while laughing, and took off after the woman. I passed them as she was getting stopped and tooted the horn twice in thanks to her.”
Trick Or Treat
“My dad is a state game warden. It was Halloween night when I was around 4 or 5 years old, and my dad received a call south of town. His normal marked patrol truck was in the shop for some reason, so he was driving an unmarked truck.
Another vehicle coming in the opposite direction passed by and proceeded to throw eggs at his windshield while he was responding to the call. So he blacked out the lights on the truck, turned around and followed them. He didn’t have takedown lights on the truck, so he radioed the sheriff and got a deputy to pull them over after a short little chase.
My dad walked up to these teenagers in the vehicle, and they started profusely apologizing, saying stuff like ‘We’ll apologize to that guy we egged, we’ll go clean it up,’ not realizing that it was my dad they egged until he told them. Not the brightest group of kids.”