What is your most interesting encounter with the police?

Joel Postman

Joel Postman, I've lived most of my life so far

Mise à jour il y a 28w · L'auteur dispose de réponses 1.8k et de vues de réponses 3.5m

When I was in high school I decided I wanted to become a police officer. I decided to do a ride-along, which is when you get to ride in a police car with an officer for a few hours to see what a typical day/night is like on the job.

Even though I aspired to be a police officer, I was a teenager and still thought of the police as adversaries to be wary of. (Even more so because this was during the Vietnam war when the police and protesters were also at war in the nation’s streets.)

I had a great time doing the ride-along. The officer turned out to be really cool and had a great sense of humor. At one point, we drove past a group of kids who yelled something at the cop. It might have been an obscenity, but even at 25 miles per hour we couldn’t make out a single word and the kids just sounded like idiots and we both laughed.

Later on, we got a call that a babysitter heard a prowler in the backyard. We drove to the house and met the babysitter. She showed us to the back gate and we went into the yard with a flashlight and couldn’t find anyone. (I was surprised the officer let me go with him.)

We escorted the babysitter back into the house and the officer assured her he would stop by again to make sure everything was OK. She was overjoyed that we had come by, and asked the officer, “Can I make a donation or something, or buy some tickets to the policemen’s ball?” Under his breath, so that I could hear it but she couldn’t, he said, “Shit, lady. Policemen have balls but they don’t dance.” I thought it was one of the funniest things I’d ever heard, particularly from a police officer.

It was a great learning experience and gave me a real understanding and respect for the work of the police. I got a degree in law enforcement and ended up working for a police department as a Community Services Officer.

Daniel Ryan

Daniel Ryan, Land Appraiser, Consultant and Developer (1994-present)

Répondu il y a 64w · L'auteur dispose de réponses 60 et de vues de réponses 408.4k

Hmm….I've got about 20 that qualify, but I'll tell two…

When I was in my late teens (with really long Rock and Roll hair) my buddies and I were typical partiers that went out drinking every weekend - so you end up interacting with the police a lot. Nothing bad. Just road side stops and the police breaking up rowdy house parties.

I NEVER once had a bad experience. It made me really respect and appreciate the police, but I live in Canada so maybe other countries can't relate

Story #1. At age 20, myself and 4 friends went to a Bon Jovi concert in Vancouver, Canada.

We got REALLY drunk and decided to take the bus home across the city - about an hour long trip.

It was so late at night that halfway home the bus pulled into a station and told us it was the end of the line. The buses were finished running for the night.

The 5 of us got out and just sat on a bus bench not knowing what to do. We still had some bottles of whiskey so we sat there drinking with no plan.

A police car drove by and threw on its lights. The cop came over and said he had to arrest us for drinking and public intoxication.

My buddy said (with a friendly smile) “How about instead we flip a coin. Tails we go to jail and heads you drive us home 30 minutes?”

The cop said ok

My drunk friend fished a quarter from his pocket and flipped it 20 feet in the air and it bounced out to the middle of the street.

All 6 of us (cop included) ran like little kids out to the highway centreline to discover the result.

My friends jumped up and down cheering like our team won the pennant yeling “Heads, we win.”

With a hearty laugh the cop said fair enough and drove us all home.

I mention the long hair cuz my friends and I didn't look like choir boys, but in all our interactions in those days - the police were always polite and cheerful and tolerant. However, my friends and I were always respectful, polite and cheerful.

Respect and courtesy is a two way street. I really respect law enforcement. A tough, thankless job.

Story #2: In my late 30s I was driving a desolate mountain highway in British Columbia in a snow storm. I came upon a police cruiser parked across the road with lights flashing.

A pretty female police officer approached my car and said the highway was closed due to an avalanche.

I got out and chatted with her for a few minutes about what I should do.

She gave me the keys to her house and directions and told me I could crash at her place for the night.

i don't know if this latter story is about how friendly Canadian cops are, or the fact that since I was 12 - women like me….lol. I'm not handsome, so it must be how I talk to them.

She gave me her hat the next day as a souvenir. Still got it. Nice lady.

Gordon Miller

Gordon Miller, Entrepreneur et investisseur

Répondu il y a 66w · L'auteur dispose de réponses 8.7k et de vues de réponses 104.8m

There have been so many… Hahaha. It is hard to pick just one.

I guess here are my top 4. Guess it is time to post a YouTube video about them.

  1. DUI Checkpoint
    I was on my way home from my 35th high school reunion driving my 2012 Bentley GTC Mulliner and I happened to take a different route home than I normally would and ended up going through a DUI checkpoint. I had not been drinking, but when we left the event I put my jacket in the trunk of the car and my wallet with my license was in the trunk. A female officer asked me for my license and I informed her that it was in the trunk and I asked for permission to get it. She motioned for me to exit the vehicle and and escorted me to the rear of the vehicle. I popped open the trunk by pushing on the Bentley logo on the trunk lid and the trunk opened automatically. My jacket was laying right on top across the entire trunk. I picked my jacket up and turned around and the look of horror on the face of the officer caused me to look back into the trunk. The trunk was lined with weapons all in their cases from where I had been to the gun store that day but forgot to take the weapons out of the car. Other officers around notices the stunned officer and began to peer into the trunk too. Now I am surrounded by a half dozen officers all gazing in amazement at the variety and sheer number of weapons in the trunk. I retrieve my license and hand it to the officer. She refuses to take it saying “you are free to go, have a good night”. Somehow, I think if I were black, that stop would have gone down much differently.
  2. Speeding In Excess of 120mph in a 65mph - Multiple Road Blocks
  3. Speeding 127mph in a 35mph Zone
  4. 70 Year Old Deputy Pulls a Gun on Me and Orders Me Out of the Car.
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For the others, see my YouTube channel: Gordon Miller

Jesse Dye

Jesse Dye, B.S. Physics & Mathematics, Northern Kentucky University (2007)

Répondu il y a 45w · L'auteur dispose de réponses 121 et de vues de réponses 64.3k

The time I got detained for taking a walk. Free ride in a police car included!

So I have had quite a few encounters with law enforcement, maybe up to 30 percent of which have been legitimately my fault, but this one was not.

I used to really struggle with insomnia. My schedule didn't allow for a lot of sleep, so even on days where I could afford the time, sleep would just not come.

So one fine winter's pre-dawn around 03:30 I found myself too wired up to sleep.

Two days earlier I had gotten up at 07:30 after 5 hours of sleep, got ready, went to my 09:00 Thursday class. Two Tuesday Thursday classes that semester, I got out at 14:00. Drove to work. Tried to take a nap in my car. No go. Started work at 16:30. Worked till 01:00. Hung out there till office close at 02:00 doing homework. Drove to school, tried to nap in car, no can do. More homework, 0800 Friday class. Three MWF classes that semester. Got out at 12:00. Drove to work. Homework. Work 16:30-01:00 straight home. I got home at 02:00 extremely happy that I didn't have to leave the house until 15:30. I could catch up on sleep! Sweet, sweet sleep. Got ready, laid down, and stared at the ceiling for half an hour.

No sleep. I needed to chill a bit.

I decided that the reruns of t.v. dramas filmed before I was born (and the corresponding repetitive advertisements for phone sex and girls gone wild dvds) just wasn't worth my time. So I was going to take a walk.

The street I was living on at the time was rural; narrow; dimly lit; and had no sidewalks. But it was three thirty in the freaking morning. Who was going to be out to hit me at this hour anyway?

So I put my sweat pants and my coat over my bare body (no judging, I was ready for bed) then my shoes and out the door.

Wouldn't you know it. Three houses down and here comes headlights. So I step off into the ditch. And this doofus stops in the street. And we both hold still like it's some kind of Mexican standoff. If I try walking in the uneven ditch I'll probably stumble. And I have zero ideas as to what this driver is thinking. I make this gesture like a theatre usher gesturing to the patron’s seat in the hopes that the automobile will clear my path to an even walking surface, and he … sits.

I literally throw my hands up in exasperation, step back onto the pavement, and start walking in the car’s diction. I am on a walk, dang it. The SUV ( I can see it now that my eyes have adjusted) just hits the gas and goes, luckily without running me over, and I just keep walking.

Some 10 minutes and roughly half a mile later I'm trying to decide how long I want to make this walk when a police car lights me up from a cross street.

So I'm back to standing. The officers (2 in the car) pull up to me. A male officer and a female officer. The male officer puts the car in park, and steps out to speak with me. The female officer stays in the car, but has the window down.

Me: “Good morning, officers, how can I help you?”

MO: “We received a report of someone loitering outside a house up the street, and the caller thought they might be a burglar”

Me: “well, I did come from that direction, but I'm just out for a walk because I couldn't sleep”

MO: “where do you live”


FO: “What keeps you up?”

Me: “I just got home from work a little bit ago and I was having trouble winding down, but I bet you can understand that”.

MO: “well, I'm going to have to search you”.

I consent, even though it's a little embarrassing given the state of my apparel. I also had nothing. I even left my door unlocked so I wouldn't have to bring my keys.

He told me I wasn't under arrest, but that he would appreciate if I would ride along while he spoke to the person who called it in.

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I consented, and he opened the back door and I got in to the hard plastic seat. He didn't handcuff me, so that was nice. I don't recall there being a seat belt, either. The divider was a plexiglass or acrylic clear window with a small hole so he could hear me.

He took me to the home of the SUV driver, which I was surprised to see was a female. The officer spoke to her, gesturing at me periodically, and then came back to the car. He drove me home, and I embarrassed myself by trying to open the door from the inside.

He chuckled, let me out, and I went in to my house, up to my bed, and stared at the ceiling until well after sunrise. Sleep finally came and then my alarm went off and my crazy normal life started over again.

Chris Peters

Chris Peters, Father, Tinkerer, Counselor, Author, Sales Manager

Répondu il y a 41w · L'auteur dispose de réponses 80 et de vues de réponses 70.4k

One important value I’m instilling in my kids is the importance of respecting authority. Now, this is bound to bring up some controversy, because some authorities do not behave in a way the deserves respect. However, on the whole, I tend to trust the idea that our society functions best when there are authority figures charged with keeping order, stopping evil, promoting good, and defending justice. Not all individuals in these positions maintain these values at all times, but I think we are far better with these institutions of authority than without.

Along those lines, I particularly want my children to respect police officers. This is partly for their own safety, since noncompliance with an officer of the law can be at best inconvenient and at worst, hazardous to one’s health. I am friends with several officers, but have also been involved in several scenarios that could have been tricky, had respect not been a factor. Here are my last three encounters with police officers, all of which illustrate the importance of mutual respect, which I hope to pass along to my children.

Scène 1

I was driving a rental car during my vacation to Oklahoma. I was a little late, but keeping my speed in check and being careful to mind traffic laws, since I didn’t want the risk being stopped. I had been on the highway about 15 minutes and suddenly a Sheriff vehicle pull in behind me. Just wanting to stay out of the way and get to my destination, I signaled and promptly merged to the right. Immediately, his lights went on, and I realized I was being pulled over. Remembering a few tips from my officer friends, I pulled over, rolled down all my windows, and laid my wallet on the front seat next to me. To my surprise (though probably due to my open attitude), the officer came to the passenger side and reached into the car, smiling. He offered his hand for me to shake and introduced himself, asking how I was. I returned his smile, and answered his questions about where I was headed and where I had been politely. He then gave me a friendly lesson on how I had changed lanes a bit too quickly, and should allow 4-5 dashed lines to pass me by before merging. He said since I was out of town and had been good enough to signal, he’d let me off with a warning. I thanked him warmly, we shook hands again, and he went back to his car.

Scène 2

A friend of mine was recently picking me up at my house, but beat me there. He drives a rather old and loud Suburban. He backed into my driveway and proceeded to wander around the premises, tinkering with my fence, checking some things with a flashlight, etc. Well, my neighbors’ suspicion was aroused, and they promptly called the police after watching him for a few moments. I got home and hopped into his car, where he told me that the neighbors had been staring at him, and he thought they had called the police. Apparently, a police helicopter had even skirted the neighborhood before I arrived. We drove about 4 blocks until we saw a police vehicle, which immediately flipped on its lights. My friend actually remembered that he didn’t have his license on him, which made matters interesting. I encouraged him to roll his windows down, and the officer quickly approached the vehicle. “HANDS ON THE DASH WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!” he said firmly. “Yes, sir!” I replied, complying immediately. He shone his light into the cab, looking for stolen items. “I bet you’re calling about someone being outside my house,” I offered. “Possibly,” he replied. “Where do you live?” I gave him my address. Relaxing a little, he said, “Do you have a license that proves your residence?” I nodded, and, remember my police etiquette, asked permission to reach inside my pants pocket. He relaxed more at this point, and I produced my license with the correct address. He explained some of the oddness of my friend’s behavior, and he flipped his light off and told us to have a great night. I told him I appreciated the rapid response, and we went on our way. (He never did ask my friend for his license, thank goodness!)

Scène 3

In this scenario, I was only a witness, but the officer’s respect for people was evident, and the situation stuck with me. As I headed to work one morning, I stopped in for a fountain drink. The cashier and a local were discussing the fact that a suspicious vehicle had returned, and they were glad a police cruiser was en route. I paid for my drink and went outside, right as the cruiser arrived. The officer was wearing latex gloves (expecting to make contact with the suspect in some way), and the vehicle in question housed a presumably homeless and visibly intoxicated individual, along with his large pitbull. The pitbull immediately ran toward the officer, and the man in the car followed him, his hand in his pants behind his back. I mentally froze, realizing the danger in the situation. A dog was charging, and a suspect was approaching an officer quickly with his hand in his clothing, out of sight. What would happen? Would the dog attack? Would the officer engage with lethal force? Neither. The dog wagged his tail, and the officer put out his hand in a friendly manner. He petted the dog for a moment, then started to speak to the individual in the car. I could feel the other bystanders let out a collective sigh of relief, and I mentally congratulated the officer for having such quick, calm thinking in the situation. I got into my car and headed to work

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In each scenario, I was struck by the police officer’s attitude of respect. Also, in most instances, I was able to mirror and even initiate the respectful interaction. The news has been full of negativity lately of police targeting this group or that, or of suspects being wrongfully killed due to noncompliance with instructions. I won’t pretend to understand all of that, and I don’t deny that wrongdoing has occurred. But for my own children, my feeling is that if they behave with respect toward police officers, they will have the ability to defuse many sticky scenarios. A few things I want them and their friends to internalize when speaking to police officers:

  • The first few moments of interaction are pivotal. The officer is deciding if you are a threat to yourself, the officer, or others, and any odd speech patterns or behavior cause his or her suspicion to go up.
  • The officer wants to home to his or her family tonight. They are looking for weapons every time they make a stop. Make sure you don’t reach for anything suddenly, and if the situation is tense, ask for permission before reaching for something, even a wallet or keys.
  • Speak calmly, respectfully, and honestly. The officer has been trained to assess for drunkenness, deception, and aggression. If you honestly give them your input, you will save yourself a great deal of expense and time. I have been pulled over numerous times and never received a ticket. I was honest, remorseful and apologetic if I was in the wrong, and very respectful in my interactions. The officer appreciated the respect, and has let me off with a talk or a warning every single time.
  • Bonus: Thank any officers you see for their hard work. They work long hours, deal with people you and I would not want to meet in dark alleys, and are constantly “on”, aware of the dark side of human nature. Thank them, try to understand them, and realize they are people too.

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Libby Crookham

Libby Crookham, studied at The University of Texas at Arlington

Répondu il y a 47w

This was a scary false encounter. I was 17 years old and lived in Arlington,TX. I used to jog down a busy road to a park and then jog back to my apartment.

One day I was jogging along and a police car drove slowly beside me and asked me to stop. In that moment I figured that he was going to ask me if I had seen something. I stopped and he motioned me over to his side of the car and opened the door slightly. He asked me if I would like a ride. Maybe he didn't realize I was jogging and thought I had car trouble and was running and looking for a gas station? At the time I was very naive. I didn't know much about rape or killers. This was a Police officer and I would be respectful. I politely told him that I was jogging but thank you anyway.

He kept insisting nicely that I should accept the ride and needed to be driven to the park. I was confused and unsure how to respond to an officer of the law telling me I needed to get in the car and be driven to the park. Nowhere in my pretty little head did I think any thing dark or looming. However, as I was standing there feeling confused he reached out and grabbed my arm to pull me in and by him reaching out it caused his side of the door to open further and I suddenly noticed he was not in a police uniform but a mechanics uniform. Even in my naive state of mind I realized that something wasn't right. I yanked my arm back and in complete fear I sprinted away. I had the presence of mind to look back at the license plate and it was missing.

I ran fast back to my apartment and called the police . They said it was probably a police vehicle that was being serviced at a shop and a mechanic was out with it. I really don't think they pursued it or took it seriously as there was never a follow up. I am pretty sure I had a close encounter with evil intentions.

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