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Have any of you had any serious or not so serious brushes with the law? Tell all in Qwerty’s contraversial new talk show, “Brushes with the law”.
😀I’ve had a few instances. Luckily, the law enforcement officers love me wherever I go.
The worse case was when I was a freshman in college. I was walking home from a frat party and I reeeeallllly had to pee. So as I was walking home with my friend Amy, I stopped behind a dumpster and peed. I couldn’t help it, I drank soooo much beer! Just as I was done, this cop came by and flashed his light in my eyes. I was stumbling over and I couldn’t get my pants up fast enough. He was like “Excuse me, young lady, are you urinating on my sidewalk?” So I was just being real nice, cause it’s better to be honest. “Yes, sir, I am.” And apparently my kindness worked. He told me never to do it again. I don’t know if it was my honesty or my bare ass that he saw, but, hey, it was better than getting a citation!The most recent was last week. I ran through a red light on accident. I dropped my cell phone while I was driving and I went to pick it up and I went right through the light. It had just turned red from yellow, so I don’t know if it counts. I look in my rearview and I see lights. So I pull over thinking “Oh crap, I’m done.” But the car just kept on going by, along with two others.
So there’s my story. As long as I’m in the clear til June 02, 2005 I have no more worries!
mine was pretty pathetic, actually. i imagine this was the summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school. biking around the summer for some exercise, goin down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the town…. i see a cop car pull up into a driveway ahead of me, so i assume he’s going up to the house. i swerve around him and keep going, then i hear him call after me to stop and come back. i do so, and ask what the matter is. he starts to interrogate me about what i’m doing.
i reply that i’m out biking for exercise, since its a nice day and all. he keeps asking me where i’m from and why i’m out, etc etc. then he finally asks if i have any tattoos, i tell him “not that i know of.”
FINALLY he lets me go… turns out someone stole a red bike the day before, and as chance would have it, my bike is red. no i cant prove its mine, i bought it with cash two years earlier. so yeah… “have a nice day and drink plenty of liquids…”
not fun at the time, but funny now that i look back at it.
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