I'm no mlwoo, but I had a wierd experience last weekend that I thought was worth re-telling. Last Saturday night, around 11:30, I was leaving my parents' house after spending the day with them visiting relatives. Near their house, the road gets curvy and runs along side some large drainage ditches. As I come around a curve, I see a pickup truck on its side in the ditch, lights on and wheels spinning. I pull off, go over to help, and the driver, and young rough-looking guy, is getting out of the truck, seemingly okay, but high as a kite. He asks me if I can help pull his truck out of the ditch. I'm in my Accord, so I obviously can't, but I offer to call him a wrecker. While I'm on the phone with the wrecker, another driver pulls up in a Tahoe, and is willing to pull him out. The pickup driver has a tow-strap, and the Tahoe driver is able to pull him back upright, and out of the ditch. The truck isn't noticeably damaged structurally or on the body, but it has two flat tires. Again, I call the wrecker service. I don't even get the wrecker when see lights and hear sirens. The pickup driver panics, jumps in the truck and drives maybe 50 feet in a shower of sparks. Police cars pull in from either direction, and the driver stops and gets out. The Tahoe driver tells the cops that he had nothing to do with it, just pulled him out, and drives off. The cops let him go. I try the same thing, but the cops won't let me because say they may need my statement. The cops offer to call a wrecker, and the driver starts panicking about not having money to pay for that wrecker. He then asks if they can file an accident report so that his insurance will pay for it. I think they finally caught on to how high he was, so they frisk him and find nothing of note. They ask him for license and insurance, when he opens the truck door, an empty vodka bottle falls out, he doesn't have a license (he had an ID card that said he was 19), and his insurance card is expired. The cops look around in the truck and see several empty liquor bottles, which the driver claims are his father's. Good cop has a talk with the guy. He tells him that if he just lets them call a wrecker, they'll let him go. But if he needs an accident report, he'll get tickets for no license, no proof of insurance, failure to maintain control, excessive speed, drinking and driving, and minor in possession. Bad cop comes over to me and gets my statement, and lets me go. Driver is still adament that he needs an accident report. As I drive away, bad cop goes over to the driver and pulls out the handcuffs. I don't know what happened after that.
Haha, what a freaking dumbass kid. You luck the hell out and get some really cool freaking cops who are willing to let a myriad of illegal things slide...oh well. r****d deserved it.
Maybe I'm misinterpreting it, but what's w/ the good cop/bad cop thing? I don't think he's a bad cop for arresting the dude. If you DUI you get what's coming to you. For all you know if you left 30 seconds earlier that guy could've ran you into the ditch with his reckless driving.
^ what he said. You break the law, you're going to jail, buddy. Sorry. I don't care if you're O.J. or Jessica Simpson (ok, maybe NOT Catherine Zeta Jones), you're guilty and cops are GOOD if they take you off the streets so you don't hurt someone.
There were two cops playing the stereotypical good cop/bad cop roles. That's all I meant. One came up and told him everything he was doing wrong, pretended he did believe his story, and played the jackass to him. The other listened to him, offered mercy, and played the nice guy.
Oh, gotcha, my mistake. The fact that the 'good cop' was willing to let the guy off seems like he played the part too well though.
Mac: All right, how about Cat Game? Foster: Cat Game? What's the record? Mac: Thorny did six, but I think you can do ten. Foster: Ten? Starting right meow? [They go up to the car.] Driver: Sorry about the... Foster: All right meow. Hand over your license and registration. [The man gives him his license.] Foster: Your registration? Hurry up meow. Driver: [laughing] Sorry. Foster: Is there something funny here boy? Driver: Oh, no. Foster: Then why you laughing, Mister... Larry Johnson? [Foster stares at him.] Foster: All right meow, where were we? Driver: Excuse me, are you saying meow? Foster: Am I saying meow? Driver: I thought... Foster: Don't think boy. Meow, do you know how fast you were going? [The man laughs.] Foster: Meow. What is so damn funny? Driver: I could have sworn you said meow. Foster: Do I look like a cat to you, boy? Am I jumpin' around all nimbly-bimbly from tree to tree? Am I drinking milk from a saucer? DO YOU SEE ME EATING MICE? [The man is uncontrollably laughing.] Foster: You stop laughing right meow! Driver: [Stops and swallows hard.] Yes sir. Foster: Meow, I'm gonna have to give you a ticket on this one. No buts meow. It's the law. [Rips off the ticket and hands it to the man.] Foster: Not so funny meow, is it? [Foster gets up to leave, but Mac shakes his hands at him, indicating only nine meows.] Foster: Meow!
So following this line of reasoning all of the people immigrating here with out going through the proper proceedures are breaking the law and should be taken off the streets? You break the law, you're going to jail, buddy. Sorry.
