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That night, our game of fugitive ended in an actual cop chase.
That night, our game of fugitive ended in an actual cop chase.
Even after leaving the police station with ink still on my fingers, I swore I wasn't the type of person to be arrested.
"Don't worry, there isn't a fine associated with this citation," the officer said, "just a $25 processing fee."
It was up to the police officers on the scene to explain to my nephew that an arrow shot in the air as a tribute to Longfellow does come back down to earth.
My police boyfriend once called me on the phone and squealed happily, "Man, I LOVE catching bad guys!"
It turns out the kid with the Swastika tattoo on his arm who I always thought was planning on shooting up the school really WAS planning on shooting up the school, but luckily someone braver than me reported him.
When my grandma talked her way out of being arrested by the Disney police, I knew it was the best vacation ever.
While it was comforting to hear the cop's reassurances that he personally did not believe we were pedophiles, it really didn't do much to help the situation.
I was trying to call my brother long distance but dialed 911 by accident, when they showed up and realised my mistake, the police officer paged "to cancel the other unit."
Fear and heartbreak clutched at me as they tightened the handcuffs on my wrists and took my baby girl away - because I'd been responsible enough to bring her to the hospital.
After the handcuffs were removed and I got all the asphalt out of my teeth, I learned the startled reaction of the police officers was due to the fact that I had been reported as a dead body on the side of the road.
After the accident, still in a drunken stupor, he asked the cop how the police got there so fast, to which the officer replied, "You hit MY car."
Less than twenty-four hours after I decided to go to Washington, I was staring down a line a riot police who saw a gang of ruddy punk kids as a threat to national security.
When the doorbell rang at four o'clock in the morning, I knew the cop had seen my license plate.
The flashing red and blue lights told me definitively I was no longer a college student.
I was crying and shaking as the police collected evidence and questioned me about the suspect, but all I could think about was the fact that they were tracking mud all over my freshly mopped hardwood floors.
The best part of getting lost and following a state trooper is watching him pull over drunk drivers.
When security arrived, I was bloody, shaking, bruised and crying and they asked me, "Are you okay?"
Crying doesn't always get you out of a speeding ticket once a cop has pulled you over, but it does help if you happen to be dressed as a clown at the time.
When my best friend and the love of my life were both taken into police custody for the same crime, the saddest part was admitting to myself I knew who had done it.
As the fire grew larger and larger and the dumpster grew ablaze, I felt only the heat of guilt as my friend stared remorsefully out the window when the police arrived.