Hoofbite;3797383 said:
Just a wild guess.
Purely a shot in the dark.
You've had run-ins with the police before?
I've never had any type of serious citation myself (as in nothing more than 1 failure to stop and 1 driving without insurance ticket from when I was 20), but being a bartender for most of my early to mid 20's I saw some terrible things. Because I'm bored, here are a few of those things.
In the town I lived in back then, there is a thing called "Blaines Picnic", which is more or less like a really small country version of Woodstock. Live music is brought in, it's BYOB and it's an all weekend party. My roommate and I worked all night (i.e. We didn't drink), woke up around noon, went straight over to the picnic (again, no drinking). Him, both of our girls and I were walking down a fairly steep hill, there was some do poo on the ground and he kinda jumped over it. He landed wrong, fell on the ground and before he could even get up the police were there arresting him. They took him to jail and made him sit out the next 36 hours in the drunk tank and never game him a field sobriety test or breathalyzer.
Later that same year, this young looking kid came to my bar and ordered a drink, he looked really young so I asked to see id. He pulled up his sleeve to show me his wristband that the doorman gave him, I told him I didn't ask to see your wristband, I asked for your id. He got mad and left. At this particular club, we shut off the a/c every night around 1:15 so it would get hot and people would start filing out (we routinely jammed over 2000 people in there). So I got in the habit of taking off my collared shirt as soon as the lights came on, and just wearing my undershirt while cleaning. One of the things this club did that was unusual was we have what they called the "goodbye" line. All the employees lined up on either side of doors and clapped and danced as people were leaving, the real reason for this was so we could have as many eyes as possible watching to make sure no one left with alcohol. I don't dance, so I would go stand just outside the door and BS with the door guys. Sure enough, the angry kid from earlier that night came out of the door and immediately started running his mouth. I never even said one word to the dude. The second he started up the door guys started pushing him out into the parking lot. But, he wouldn't stop acting ridiculous so they police got involved. Before long they were arresting him and found coke on him, etc. Well, a few weeks goes by and all the sudden I'm caught up in this. The arresting officer swore under oath he saw me take off my shirt and instigate the whole thing. Thankfully, we were constantly on video while working, and I took off my shirt that night standing right under the camera. The officer didn't even get in trouble for blatantly lying on the stand.
One of my very first nights working at this club, this guy was walking up to my bar, and another guy was laughing with his buddies and took a step backward while laughing, causing the other guy walking up to my bar to trip. Again, the officer grabbed him up and started hauling him out of there and was trying to arrest him without any type of sobriety test. I talked to my manager and got the whole situation handled, but it was still completely ridiculous.
Another night, one of our barbacks was "marrying" two bottles of non-alcoholic blue curacao, when a TABC officer grabbed him and handcuffed behind the bar and escorted him outside in front of everyone. Now, it is against the law to pour liquor from one bottle to another in a bar, but this was not liquor, and both he and I tried telling the officer that. He didn't listen, he was so intent on getting a bust that night. Again, it took the manager going out there with the bottle shoving in this idiot cops face for him to finally realize he was making a mistake.
This is probably the worst one. A friend and I went to a convenience store at around 3am (again, bartender so I was always up late), he stayed in the car while I went inside. They didn't have what I was looking for (case of Dr. Pepper that was already cold) so I got back in the car and drove off. My friend informs me when I get back in the car that the officer that was in the car I parked next to immediately got out of his car when I went inside and walked behind the car to run my plates. I pretty much just laughed because he could run my plates all he wants, I have nothing to hide. We went around the corner to another store and I got the DP I was craving. As I'm driving back, I look up and this cop is following me, at 3am, with no lights on. Not the lights on top of his car, NO HEADLIGHTS!!! This cop is breaking the law while following me about to pull me over. He throws on his lights and his overhead lights and pulls me over. My driveway was literally another 25 yards from where he hit his lights so I just pulled into my driveway. We spend the next hour outside being talked down to by these two cops while they search my car and repeatedly ask us, "where is the weed, where is the meth?" They won't let us go inside, won't let me text or even hold my phone in my hand (which I understand the reasoning behind btw). After an hour of searching and even trying to make a big deal out of a candy bag that was in car, they finally leave and tell us to keep our noses clean. It should be noted that I do not drink (been drunk once in my life, might have taken 20 drinks in my whole life) I've never done a single drug, and I'm completely a law abiding citizen. So it's not like I hate cops because I'm constantly afraid they will bust me.
And last, this happened 4 days ago, and I was considering making a post about it here, but decided against it. I left the office during the day to go grab some food, I have a fridge in the film room, so I usually go to the grocery store and stock up on snack type foods so I can spend more hours watching film. I get myself parked, and by pure coincidence, an old roommate of mine from almost 12 years ago parked next to me. I hadn't seen him in at least 8 years. We sat there and talked for about a minute, when a policeman pulled up, rolled down his window and asked what we were doing. I flung around and said "you wanna explain to me how that is any of your business?" He looked a little dumbfounded and then rolled up his window and drove away.
Good one! I think that tops me asking the cop if he is sure he pulled over the right car for speeding. I was driving an anniversary edition Mustang GT convert at the time. I didn't get a ticket either. 
