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[–] MeeseeksBox 1 point 4 points (+5|-1) ago  (edited ago)

The day I was supposed to move out of my apartment I got involved in an 8 hour stand off with police. They weren't there for me, they were there for my neighbor. He had a knife, not even a big knife just a knife, with no hostages or anything like that. They surrounded the building with little boy piggies holding their favorite toys, mostly AR-15's and grenade launchers. The swat team was called in, there were probably 50-60 officers present, for one guy who had a knife.

Turns out the law he broke was a simple traffic violation, and the cops were trying to arrest him for not paying tickets which he had never received. He had been on probation, so they were going to be taking him away for a long time and he was refusing to go.

The cops ineptitude handling the situation meant that we were trapped in my apartment for the entire day, and couldn't move out. Eventually they did get him, without killing him amazingly, but they had caused way more of a problem by just wanting an excuse to use their cool stuff.

Also a cop pointed his gun at me while we were having a conversation that was perfectly peaceful, I stepped out simply asking how long this was going to take, the cop aimed his gun at me before answering. Totally causal, I bet he didn't even notice. I sure as fuck did.

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[–] Reow 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

As an Australian, I generally don't fear our cops. They tend to be rather approachable, helpful and have a reasonable sense of humour. Every ticket I've got, I've deserved (and more often than not they let you off with a warning).

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[–] Podunk 2 points -2 points (+0|-2) ago 

I was about 18 at the time and I was taking my then GF home from my house. I lived on the east side of town and she lived on the west side. It was about a 25 minute drive each way. My neighborhood was about 1.5 miles to a known rough part of town where people literally stood in the road and sold drugs. The quickest way to the interstate was through that part of town. They never bothered anyone that just drove through, but if you slowed down they would come up to your car.

I drive through there and notice a cop has pulled in behind me. No big deal as I have never been arrested and at that point had never even had a speeding ticket. I merge on to the highway and BAM! Blue lights. I pull over, turn on the overhead light, and wait for the officer. He approaches and takes my license back to his car. When he returns he said he pulled me over because the owner of the car had a warrant for their arrest. At the time my mother owned the car I was driving and I was absolutely positive she didn't have a warrant.

I asked who he was looking for and he said "Jane Doe". My mom is also named "Jane Doe", so I asked what middle name. The officer said "Anon". Well my mom's middle name is "Not-Anon" and I asked since he obviously had the wrong person can I go. Nope, he wanted to search the car. I told him no, he cannot search my car and can I go. Nope, I had to get out of the car and he invited me back to his car and opened the back seat. Sure, I'll sit because I don't and have never used drugs and there is nothing in the car. He then starts in how this will go much quicker if I will let him search my car blah blah. I tell him no, he may not search my car and I need to get my girlfriend home so may I please go. Nope of course not. Now I had to wait for a drug dog.

I decided to start casual conversation about various people within my town (police chief, DA, magistrates, etc) because my family knows them all well. Just casual conversation such as "oh, do you know the police chief well? Yeah, we are meeting with him this Saturday to do XYZ event" and "Do you have to work with DA much? My family just got done doing XYZ for him" and so forth. This is all very true as it was a medium sized town and my dad does a lot for the community both volunteer work and contracting work. He knows just about everyone that's important including the DA, police chief, lawyers, mayor, etc.

Suddenly his tone changes and I can tell he is starting to get nervous. He lets me out of the car and "warns" me not to drive through that part of town. When I pointed out that I live there and it's the fastest way to the interstate he said yeah, I know...but...but...it's a bad part of town. Granted, it is good advice, but still he profiled me just because I was young in a sports car and it was late.

So at this point the drug dog had showed up, but the cop I was with told him not to get the dog out and just let me go on my way. So I'm cool, no problem and head on my way. He follows for a few exists and then gets off. I then called my mom and explained to her what happened who was beyond pissed because this guy was just being an absolute dick and abusing his authority. She calls the dispatcher (close personal family friend) who then calls the police chief and apparently shit hit the fan for this cop. He ended up calling me the next day and apologizing for his "mistake". He had mistaken my car for another car. I asked what kind of car did he mistake mine for (because I had a fairly obvious type of car - bright red sports car) and he said that he was trying to tail what looked like a black Mercedes (I guess he forgot what kind of car I drove?). So I called him out on it and said thank you for the apology.

Anyways, a few months later the cop ended up dead after answering a domestic call. Some mentally ill person opened the door and shot him in the head immediately. I really can't help but think that part of it was karma.

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[–] darthsuegar ago 

I've been pulled over twice. The first was nighttime in a city and my lights were off on accident, I had just pulled out of my parking lot when the officer lit up and pulled me over. He asked for my license and registration, I stuttered a bit (I was nervous, first time being pulled over and all). He asked if I'd had anything to drink. I said, "No, sir." He ran my numbers, told me my lights were out, and let me go with a warning.

The second time, there was an officer next to a stop sign standing and watching for seatbelts. I wasn't wearing one. He told me to pull over, I did, he asked why I wasn't wearing a seatbelt, I told him I had forgotten to put it on. He was stern but respectful the entire time. He gave me my ticket, and started away. I called him back, he came back and said, "Yes?" and I asked if it would put points on my license or anything. He said no. I said thanks, he left, I left with a seatbelt on.

I had one interaction where after my rearview mirror had fallen off, an officer with his lights on came flying up behind me. I started to pull over (I saw him in my side mirrors before he got very close), he drove beside me and yelled for me to use my mirrors, pretty rudely. I was annoyed at first but figured he had somewhere important to be so I figured it was reasonable to be a bit annoyed that I hadn't gotten out of the way sooner. Maybe he was just having a bad day, who knows. I'm not upset about it, even if he was pretty unnecessarily rude.

I've found generally in my interactions with them, if you remain polite and respectful, they probably won't get upset with you and make your day worse. Half of these videos where someone is being rude and short and making a big issue out of something simple like handing over your license/registration, I have little sympathy for them. I also don't do anything that really be against the law outside of speeding or not wearing a seatbelt. I think that more than likely helps with the police treating me decently.

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[–] majormajormajormajor ago 

Never. Unless you count getting a ticket having a negative impact.

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[–] anonomale 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

I worked in a small local convenient store for my first couple years of college. Small town, had zero actual problems ever. We closed at 9 PM, the biggest problem I ever had was old ladies trying to stay past closing to keep playing scratch-off tickets. As luck would have it, in one such instance they got pissed at me for cutting them off when I had to close, so they went out to their cars in the parking lot to scratch the tickets.

I really had to use the bathroom, which I typically didn't do at work since I lived a block away. Most of the time there was only one person working the store at once, so I was hurrying to sweep, count down registers, take out trash, etc. While I was on the way to the bathroom I figured I'd throw the trash in the dumpster out back while I was at it, the trouble started when I didn't notice that the door hadn't shut all of the way.

Made me way to the one working bathroom (had a "women" sign on it, I worked with all women), sat down, had my headphones in and was scrolling through my email. It was a really small bathroom, maybe 4x4 -- pretty much just enough room for the toilet, the sink, and to open the door. I thought I'd heard a thump, and figured maybe one of the people I worked with had come back in to get something they'd forgotten. Next thing I know the door is kicked in and there's a gun drawn and pointed at my dick, more or less. Legitimately thought "Huh, I'm getting robbed and I'm going to get shot and die while taking a shit. That's a pretty funny way to go out."

Once the initial shock passed, I realized it was a cop who was barking orders at me to stand up, hands up, etc. I recognized most of the cops in town -- again, small place -- and realized he must have been new. There was an older cop in the back who immediately realized the situation and was stifling laughter. The rookie, however, still had a gun drawn on me and was clearly in adrenaline mode. I basically talked him down enough to get cleaned up and whatnot, since I knew I wasn't doing anything wrong. Didn't help that, since I lived nearby, I didn't have identification on me and had to go through a long process of explaining that I worked there. Basically the dude that pointed the gun at me just wanted to try and act like he really needed to make sure I really did work there (it should've been pretty obvious when I demonstrated that I had the keys to the place), I figure he thought if he treated the situation seriously it would justify what he did. Older cop was just cracking jokes, he was pretty alright.

I don't have proof, but if I had to guess I'd assume that it was the old ladies that saw me throwing garbage in the dumpster and decided to call me in as a 'burglar', knowing full well that I wasn't. Or maybe they genuinely didn't know, they weren't especially sharp. It's a funny story to tell now, but in hindsight the rookie was using zero common sense, and if I hadn't stayed calm and would've flinched or freaked out at all I could easily have been shot, it was in very close quarters so I'm sure any move I made in his direction would've been interpreted as an attack. Obviously, not bad at all in comparison to the types of things that police do on a regular basis.

I understand that initially they came in expecting some kind of burglary situation in which I could have been dangerous, but common sense would've said that when the hours posted on the store say it closes at 9:00 and it's 9:10, with one car in the parking lot and all of the store lights on, the person inside probably works there. And when they're in the bathroom, they're probably just using the bathroom.

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[–] zveda 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

I watched through a train door as a guy got thrown to the ground and handcuffed for refusing to sit on the floor when the officer instructed him to. I'm pretty sure the guy just said he is comfortable standing. The cop repeated his command one more time and then lost it.

I got fined more than once for not wearing a helmet while riding a bicycle (they are mandatory in Australia). I got lectured about how if I'm smart enough to go to university, then I should be smart enough to wear a helmet bla bla bla. And if I'm caught not wearing it again they will take away my bike.

When I was robbed and young and naive enough to believe that the cops were my friends, I went down to the police station to report the crime and even tell the cops that I know in which building the criminals live and what they look like. Nothing happened.

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[–] thibovir ago 

When my best friends' son committed suicide, the Detective assigned to the case has dragged his feet over giving back his sons belongings for 8 months now. Kept promising to do something and just didn't. His "Superior", when caked, stated this is unacceptable! And now it has taken 4 more months. No investigation was needed. Cut and dried case.

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