People tend to remember their bad memories of the police force better than the good ones, but today I had such a good experience I thought it would be time to thank the people who work to protect us from bad people.
The following is a long and boring story, but I don't want to leave any significant details out.
A few hours ago I went with two friends to pick up a car they had left at a workshop to have the glow plugs changed on. It has been too cold to do it outside, otherwise we would have done it ourselves. They had been quoted 30 minutes to two hours at a somewhat steep hourly rate for this simple task, but when we got there the guy said it took eight hours to change the plugs and demanded them to pay for five bloody hours. He also told a lot of blatant lies to motivate his laughable claim.
To make things better, he had blocked the car between his own van, and the wall. After fruitless negotiations, we called the police to get the car and keys back. Since the issue was of the lowest priority, we had to wait over half an hour, and when we told the garage owner that the police finally were on their way (they called us to get the details), he immediately took off in another van. :uhm:
The police arrived soon after the workshop owner ran off, told us and the mechanics that the owner (who took the keys to the van with him) had no right to keep our van, and got his number from a mechanic. The owner hung up. On the police. They then made the shadiest mechanic call him, and this time he told the officer he refused to get back to the scene, then he hung up again. Now that's a smart guy... :Puzzled:
Since the owner didn't show up despite us waiting a significant time out in the freezing cold, the police officers coerced the shadiest mechanic to accept payment for three hours of work and give a receipt for it. Then we proceeded to slowly drive the car back and forth until it was free, if that had not been successful, a tow truck would have been called at the garage owner's expense. At this point the spare keys to the car could not be found according to the shady mechanic.
The garage owner finally arrived after closing time, only a few minutes too early, since the police patrol was about to give up and leave. He was upset and continued to lie to them, but at this point the incredibly calm officers were almost visibly pissed off at the guy and didn't believe a word he said. After being threatened with fines for illegal parking he was finally convinced to write a receipt that the job had been paid for in full, gave us the keys that had been sitting in his unlocked drawer all the time, and told that he had no further demands.
My friends were of course charged too much even with the deal, but got the car back and will never return there, so things turned out as well as they could in a situation like this.
We really lucked out that we actually got a patrol, and one that was awesome. I'm glad that the height requirements for police officers are history, but two armed and bearded guys the size of a very large barn are just perfect for negotiations like these. The scammer, who initially threatened to beat the three of us up with the help of his three mechanics, almost pissed himself. :lulz:
Go ahead and write your fondest memories of meeting the police. Leave the complaints about the rotten apples somewhere else, please. :)
In January we had 2 visits to our house in the same day (keep in mind we are subleasing a fraternity house). The first was early in the morning, I had called them to take a statement on identity theft so that I had proof to present to my bank that someone else, not me, had decided to take a trip to Disneyland on my dime and without my knowledge. The officers were incredibly patient, and had been to the house before when it was occupied by the frat (who thinks we are doing a horrible job of upkeep by the way) leaned in and looked he said, " Wow, I'm actually not afraid to touch anything in here now!" The second was when we were having issues with our parking and one of our women couldn't get into the parking spaces properly (it was very slick and we are on an incline), they actually asked for a tour, one of the attending officers was a previous member who had lived in the house was extremely impressed.
The officers in this area are wonderful if you're not the one in trouble, also very polite. Just those two statements really made my day!
A family member got hurt and we had to call an ambulance to take them to the hospital. The first people to show up were the cops because they had nothing better to do. As they were loading the family member into the ambulance I was talking to the cop. I saw that he had a tazer and I asked if he ever used it. He said no, and asked if I wanted to be the first. We both had a good laugh.
The other good one was when I was living in the dorms. 2 kids decided to smoke a joint in their room and then leave to get Chinese. The whole floor reeked of weed so the RAs showed up. The resident assistants got a cop to come up and search the room while the kids were out. The cop found nothing, but the kids both got $50 fines and had to take drug ed classes. On the way out the cop told the the 30 of us who were watching "don't smoke dope, at least in towers"
The funny thing is that they got a lesser fine than if you got caught with booze in the dorms. The fine for booze was $250 along with an alcohol education class.
10th September 2007
I dunno, I've never really had personal experience with police officers, other than asking for directions. So this is more or less a shout out to the undercovers in my state.
This happened just a few days ago. It turns out, these four elderly guys were part of a survivalist militia group and they had assault weapons, explosives, and plans to perform a series of mass-murdering sprees in the capital city here. But, as luck would have it, a recently released misdemeanor worked with them, gained their trust, then released the audio and video he had been capturing during his time in the group. Then, to seal the deal, an undercover cop sent the group a video showcasing some explosives they could purchase. This of course was just a trick to get them to meet with him. Long story short, they apprehended the bastards and they're going to be spending the rest of their miserable lives in prison.
So if it hadn't been for the undercover cops and the aid of the formerly jailed man, we could have seen a pretty devastating casualty report. So yeah, thanks a lot for that :)
"I'd shush her zephyr." ~ Zephyr.
I've never really been involved with the police. I've only been stopped in routine police checkpoints along the road where they check driver's license and alcohol levels.
There was this one time when I was a kid when my dad hit a deer with his car. When the police got to the scene they were anxiously looking at me and shining their flashlights in my face, asking my dad if I was alright. See, I was sleeping in the passenger seat, and I hadn't woken up when we crashed. I never even knew we had been in an accident until the next morning. The car was beyond repair.
To be honest, I don't remember having had any particularly good experiences with the police. That's not to say I've had many bad ones either. I just generally don't have a lot to do with the police.
As my memory serves, there have only been two altercations between myself and an officer of the law and that's spread out over three years. The first was when I was being given a breathalyser test and I messed it up (didn't breath for long enough); the officer got a little loud when repeating what he wanted me to do. I had just crashed my car (or rather, a tree jumped onto the road and took it out) so I'd imagine the officer thought I'd been drinking (though was proven wrong). Suffice to say, his attitude could have been a little more... pleasant.
The second occasion was back in November, I was out with a group of friends and colleagues at around 2am after finishing up in a couple of pubs. We was in the high street and several of us needed the toilet. I wasn't sober, but I wasn't drunk either ~ I could quite easily put a sentence together and had all my witts about me. I approached a pair of officers and asked them where the nearest public toilet was. Their response?
"so long as you don't go in the street, I don't care". Yeah, thanks officer, that really helped. In the end we found another pub (off the high street) that we dived into. But yeah, what a pair of arrogant officers.
Last year when I was in Canada, I got pulled over for speeding. I was driving , I dunno, about 35 km/h too fast. The fine would have been 200 dollars, but he only gave me a warning. Darndest thing I ever experienced... Over here I was once fined for breaking the maximum speed limit for 4 km/h. Wish I was back in Canada, gas prices were waaaayyyyyy lower over there...
Aerilon;5609272"so long as you don't go in the street, I don't care". Yeah, thanks officer, that really helped. In the end we found another pub (off the high street) that we dived into. But yeah, what a pair of arrogant officers.
Being the jackass I am, I'd have whipped it out right there and pissed on his boot.
Totes;5609352Being the jackass I am, I'd have whipped it out right there and pissed on his boot.
And then you would have been arrested.
Now, I have never really been in anything where I had to talk to the police. However, I have known ALOT of cops actually, as plenty have been my neighbours, or friends though various sports teams.
Actually, right now? My family is friends with the Top Cop for my area... hehehe.
Shuttlebay 2;5609311Last year when I was in Canada, I got pulled over for speeding. I was driving , I dunno, about 35 km/h too fast. The fine would have been 200 dollars, but he only gave me a warning. Darndest thing I ever experienced... Over here I was once fined for breaking the maximum speed limit for 4 km/h. Wish I was back in Canada, gas prices were waaaayyyyyy lower over there...
The fine for 30km/hr or more is up to $400.00 now. Which part of Canada were you in? Where are you from? Outside of N. America I bet, which would explain the warning; no way to enforce the conviction.