hoghead wrote:I agree fully that you should do what they ask, but I just wondered. It must be like a chinese riddle no one really knows the right or wrong answer.
The right answer when dealing with da fuzz:
The side with the better lawyer is right.
But, during a traffic stop, if a cop does something stupid that is found to be illegal, he
might get an angry letter from his supervisor. If you do something that is found to be illegal, you go to jail or are fined.
So I tend to comply with cops.
The cops stopped me at a check point the other night, around 11:00 at night. First I was in a line of traffic for 45 minutes, but then they wave me to the side as I drive by. I don't drink, so I don't mind making them think I do to waste their time.
Shining the maglight into my eyes like they always do.
"Where've you been?"
"American Legion." (I cook dinner there once a month, and it was my night.)
"Been drinking?"
"No shir..." (Slurred a little bit on purpose...)
At this time the cop's buddies comes to the window carrying four empty beer cans he grabbed from my bed.
"These yours?"
"Nope, never seen them before." (Totally true; I'm always finding garbage in my truck, and I was just parked in front of a couple bars for 6 hours.)
"Slowly get out of the car, sir."
An hour of sobriety tests later I was free to go.
The best was one night I was driving through town and I had to use the bathroom. First of all, tickets for public urination run in the family; my dad has a couple, and a few of my uncles have them to. But it was nearly midnight, I have to pee, so I pull into this 4 acre dirt parking lot, do
ONE donut (how can you resist in the middle of a dirt parking lot at midnight?) and start relieving myself facing away from the road.
Then along comes Mr. Fife. I'm standing there and my back gets hit by a spotlight. "Oh great, here's another public urination ticket."
Turn around and the cops there already shining his maglight into the back of my head.
"Doin' donuts, son?"
"I did
A donut," as I'm squinting into the light.
"On drugs?"
Oh yeah, I'm gonna respond positively to that one. "No."
That one actually believed me and he just told me not to do any more donuts.
Of course, then I looked realized that I left my fly down, so maybe that's why he thought I was on drugs and left so quickly after I said "No".
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