Many of you may know that Florida cops don’t have the best reputation. When I lived in Florida, I was out one night at a friend’s house after work, after 9pm. Driving south on US1, I got pulled over for a bad taillight. The state patrol officer was very nice about it, told me about the taillight. I assured him I’d take care of it as soon as I can. No problem.
A few miles down the road (before I’d come to anyplace open to buy a taillight, mind you), just as I came into the city limits of my home town (which I will not mention, in case it’s against the board rules to do so when speaking of the public officials), I was pulled over again, by the city cops this time. Only it wasn’t a friendly warning. It was 2 patrol cars, and they made me get out of the car and up against me to frisk me. They shone their flashlights inside my car, and asked for permission to let their drug-sniffing dog go through it.
I was young and naive, and scared shitless (running through my mind was the stories I’d recently heard about a Florida woman who was pulled over by a “cop” at night, only to be found raped & killed in a ditch), so I consented. I didn’t have any reason to hide anything. On the other hand, I’d recently bought the car used from my brother, and while I am pretty sure he doesn’t use or sell, I can’t vouch for all of his friends he’s ever given a ride. I could have made a big mistake by letting them in without a warrant. But fortunately, all I got was another (not friendly) warning about my taillight and the shit scared out of me.
Oh, yeah, I know they’re just doing their job and all. But I sure didn’t fit the profile of a mule, or dealer, or even recreational user, for pete’s sake. And we are talking about a town, (nowhere near Miami-Dade, for what it’s worth) that isn’t exactly known for its tourist trade, or for much of anything, for that matter.
It worked, everyone! The preliminary experiment was a success, so next week, we’ll be holding the Very Quiet Dopefest at Giraffe’s place, just as soon as he goes to bed.
There will be sandwiches available in the toilet.
I love the logic of the cops in the OP. Let’s figure for a moment Asterion was having a bang up party. Mrs. Grumpyface next door decides they are being too loud and having far too much fun. She calls the PD.
In this case the PD is to arrive to shut the party down and in the rare case issue a ticket for the noise. Mostly they just show up when they have the time to shut people up.
Somewhere between the time Mrs Grumpyface calls the cops and thay have time to arrive Asterion’s friends drink all the beer, eat the rest of the pizza and decide to head home.
The cops arrive to the house to find all is quiet on the Asterion Front. They snoop around the house and don’t find any underage drunk kids in the bushes or someone passed out on the front lawn. Not only that but they find no noise or sounds what so ever.
They find one light on in the house in the back room. AH HA! The party must have moved to the back room and is raging on under the Dome of Silence.
They decide to knock on the window to tell the person inside there was a noise complaint even though there is no noise and no sign of a party.
Cop: There was a noise complaint.
Asterion: Yeah. My friends were here and making a bit of noise. We decided it was getting late and they left. Sorry about that.
Cop: You know you shouldn’t be making tons of noise after 10pm?
Asterion: Yes, I know. That’s why they went home.
Cop: Because,. uh… we got a complaint.
Asterion: Thank you.
Cop: Be more considerate next time.
Asterion: I was considerate THIS time. That’s why my friends went home. It is late.
Cop:shakes finger Don’t get smart with me Sunny Jim.
DOINK!
You know what I think was really going on? The cops know loud parties involve drinking. When people are drinking two people often hook up. After the other party goers leave two people head back to the bed room for a bit of slippy-sloshy. I think the cops just wanted to disrupt the fun.
In their defense, I was once an attendee at a party* where they quickly turned off the music and lights when the cops pulled up into the lot. The homeowner pretended he had no clue what was going on while we all huddled behind furniture and hid in other rooms.
It wasn’t really that loud of a party-- the music was at a reasonable volume, it’s just that the apartment walls were paper-thin and the guy next door could hear people laughing and talking.