I was seeing my sister off on her trip and tried to walk through airport security carrying some, er…paraphernalia. (This was pre-9/11 so you could still walk your friends/family to the gate.) The airport cop put me in handcuffs and marched me through the airport to the security office. Man, you wanna get STARED at, get marched in handcuffs through an international airport. They would have thrown me in jail for the weekend because I didn’t have any ID with me. But I wasn’t actually arrested because my mother who was with us saved my ass and drove home to get my ID. But I did end up having to pay about $500 in fines and lawyer fees. It sucked. Especially because the whole scene happened right in front of my mom. Yikes.
I’ve been handcuffed twice and put in the back of a police car once, but never jailed.
I was handcuffed once on suspicion of attempted arson and possession of marijuana. After I spent two hours handcuffed to a chair in the facilities office of the local high school, one of the cops interrogated me, then released me.
Another time, I was caught trespassing on the roof of a commercial building. I was handcuffed while the officers searched the roof, but nothing was found, and I was released.
Both times I was between the ages of 18 and 20.
When I was about 24, I was put in the back of a police car for scalping tickets. They confiscated all the cash in my possession and let me go.
I’ve been to two police stations in my life:
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I was 3, and I got away from the house and got lost. A patrol car found me and took me to the station. I was there for a couple of hours before I was reunited with my parents.
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A couple of years ago, I lost my wallet in a public park. It was found and turned in, and I went to the police station to pick it up. There was a brief, comic interlude where I was asked to show ID, which I couldn’t do, since it was in my wallet. Finally they figured out they could look at the ID in my wallet, then look at my face. By the way, absolutely nothing was missing from my wallet.
I was arrested when I was sixteen, on purpose, as part of an environmental protest. Imagine the Ransom of Red Chief rewritten with cops instead of kidnappers, and you’ll get the idea :). Spent a night in jail, and another night in juvie, before they could figure out how to get rid of me.
Daniel
Dude. Good reference.
Never, ever arrested (or stopped, really) for anything…
But I did get to ride in the back of a police car when my canoeing partner was stopped for speeding (INSANELY FAST) along the highway in bumblefuck Northern Ontario at night. He didn’t want to step out of the car lest they get worried and shoot him or something 
but he eventually did and ran over to their cruiser with his hands up and pointed out he was speeding because I was going into anaphylactic shock…
… so they threw me in the back of the cruiser (Oo, carried by a young, handsome cop, rrrawrr… too bad I was turning blue and swelling and wheezing…), switched on the lights & siren, told my partner to follow, and proceeded to speed like mad to the local hospital (where I was treated by the local physician mortician - holy shit that guy was so pale and old he was translucent!). Apparently cop cars can go really really really fast I don’t remember much of the whole experience, only that we were met there by paramedics who jabbed me with more epinephrine while the mortician-physician made his way to the wee bush hospital…
Thankfully, I survived. Not only that, but I made a young paramedic very very… happy. It was the first time in his 10 years of service in the middle of nowhere that he’d had a “category 4 - life threatening” emergency. It was a busy night for the mortician-physician. About 10 minutes after I got there, two cop cars pulled up to the makeshift ER (It’s a clinic, folks, there are 2 docs on duty there. For the whole town.) with two people who’d just been in a crash. With a moose. Thankfully, they were not seriously injured.
Such is excitement in northern Ontario…
This is embarassing, but I was arrested and jailed once.
When I was about 18 I danced at a topless bar. I found out the hard way that it is illegal to ask a customer to buy you a drink, especially when he’s a vice cop.
(For those of you who don’t know, the girls make a commission from the drinks you buy them. And they don’t have any alcohol in them. Except for the first two, where I worked. This was almost thirty years ago, when the drinking age was 18.)
I spent one night in jail. The boss sent his lawyer to get me out the next day.
I only danced for a few weeks after that. Sucky job.
“…and I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty-seven 8"X10” color glossy photos with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one…"
<koff>
Pardon me.
My story is actually quite similar. Except I never paid the ticket. Then I got stopped by a cop, and learned that when you ignore tickets, they magically turn into “bench warrants”.
I got cuffed and hauled down to the station where I had to phone some friends to come pony up the dough. I don’t think I was actually arrested, though…I don’t recall actually being Mirandaized or fingerprinted or anything, so I suppose not.
Actually, when I look back at all the unbelievably fucked-up stuff my friends and I used to pull, it’s really a fricking miracle that none of us wound up in prison (or dead).
I was talking to a police officer a couple of years ago, and was told bluntly that twenty-five miles over the limit was a felony. He could have been full of it, but he looked convincing enough.
Yes. I have been arrested.
First time was for aggravated assault. Spent about 8 hours in jail
Second time was for possession of a controled substance. Spent about 8 hours in jail
Third time was for aggravated assault. Spent 1 day in jail.
Fourth time was for unpaid traffic tickets, I had 6 warrants combined for all the tickets. Spent about 14 hours in jail.
Fifth time was for manufacturing. Spent 90 days in jail.
This was all several years ago when I was still pretty young. I don’t beat people, drive like an idiot, make or sell drugs, or break any other laws anymore.
I have googled Georgia law and speeding, and apparantly you have to be eluding law enforcement and going 25 miles over the limit for it to be a felony. That certainly isn’t what the officer told me.
I got arrested for public intoxication with a side order of indecent exposure. It wasn’t my finest moment.
And I would NOT recommend getting arrested in Indy. The lockup is excruciating.
Wow I feel like a real criminal compared to you guys.
The first time I was arrested was the only time I actually did what I was accused of. That was for receiving stolen property. I was cutting school one day with a couple of friends, when we happened upon my older brother and his friends running with cases of soda. They’d swiped them from the Royal Crown place near where we lived. The police showed up just as we were grabbing a few cases from them. We all dropped them and ran. My best friend got caught, I felt bad and turned myself in so he wouldn’t take the blame all by himself. I spent three hours in a juvie cell. Pled guilty in front of a Juvenile Advocate. My sentence was to stay out of trouble.
A couple of months later the same friend and I were arrested at Bay Fair Mall for playing video games. Really, well being black probably had a lot to do with it too. The San Leandro Police came in the arcade put us in hand cuffs. Then drove us to the Oakland border and released us.
From 14-17 a couple of times a year I was put into a police car and driven to a crime scene because I fit the description of someone. :dubious:
Also at 17 my grandmother asked me to pick her car up at the repair shop across the street from my house. As I was driving to her house an unmarked police car ran me off the road while two others boxed me in. I was dragged from the car and thrown on the ground while one cop sat on me, the others started searching my grandmother’s car. My church pastor happened by and chewed out the cops and they let me go. I’m pretty sure that crime was being a black kid driving a cadillac.
I turned myself in from a warrant I had for a failure to appear. I got a ticket in Berkeley for not having a license in my possession and forgot about it because it was just before I went to Basic Training. I spent two hours in a cell reading a book. Got Time served.
The worst though was getting arrested for possession of crack cocaine. Except I didn’t have any crack cocaine. I went to the store to get my one of my sons some cough syrup. The area was known for drug dealers and there were dealers present, but I got my cough syrup and went on about my business. At the end of the block I stopped to light a cigarette, and a guy behind me asked for a light so I gave him one. Police cars pulled up from every direction and they arrested everyone on the street. To be fair the cop who had me in his car wanted to let me go but his asshole Sergeant told him to arrest me, and charge me with possession of crack the other guy had.
I spent three days in the felony tank at the North County jail. I was going to bail out but both a bails bondsman and a lawyer told me to sit it out. They both told me the DA would throw out the case, unless I bailed, then they might assume I was a dealer instead of a user. On Monday morning the DA threw out the charges and I was released. I would have probably gotten out sooner, but a riot at Lake Merritt had caused nearly 80 felony arrests before mine.
As you might expect, I’m not exactly enamored by police officers.
i was charged, pled guilty, and sentenced to 7 days in maximum provincial security (ie. no murderers/rapists in my presence) for “driving while prohibited”. prohibited meaning i had my license suspended for too many speeding tickets and kept driving anyway. what’s a 17 year old kid who’s #1 source of income is pizza delivery to do, right?
anyway, i got out after 5 days for good behaviour. along with my personal possessions i was given a voucher for a bus ride home and a cheque for $32 ($8/day for labour).
while i was “inside” i was introduced to the game or bridge (watched but didn’t play) and had access to a small library, games room (ping pong, billiards, etc), weight room, tv room, etc. i spent 3 of those 5 days playing a single game of Risk with 3 other inmates (i lost).
all that was missing, really, was a horse & a hottub or it would have been just like camp. oh, and no internet - that part hurt the most.
i did a little math and figured i would have to make about $60k before taxes to live as well as i did. when i got out i did a little research and found out it costs the fed gov’t almost $70k/year/inmate. i grumble every time i pay taxes, now.
oh and btw, part of my sentence included an additional 1-year of having my license suspended and a fine. i continued to deliver pizza for 2 more years. i don’t know if that says more about me or the system, but i’m sure whatever it says isn’t good.
end rant.
Yes, for buying $5 worth of coke on Ave. A (I bet you didn’t even know you could buy $5 worth of coke).
Got arrested on Good Friday night. Was arrained 36 hours later…I calculate I spent the same amount of time in the Tombs as Jesus.
Sidenote: When I got arrested I was taken to the 9th precinct, better know as the 15th precinct in NYPD Blue. And yes, I swear, Andy Sipowicz does work there.
I gave a chess simultaneous display at Scotland Yard (London police HQ) once.
One of my mates was an advanced police driver and gave me interesting tips on driving through London at high speed e.g. when carrying urgent medical supplies.
No, I’ve never been arrested. :eek:
You got stopped for speeding in a canoe? Mad respect, man.
Beware us crazy people from Soviet Canuckistan on an Expedition Race, man. We can hit 150 km/hour in a canoe. Booyeah. The only thing that will stop us is a collision with a beaver, and at that point, we’ll skin it and serve it for dinner.
Interesting factoid: if you manage to capture a beaver in the wild and, desperate, you really need to eat it, here is the way to… erm… make it go up to the big dam in the sky (assuming you have no firearms.) Hitting a beaver over the head isn’t as easy as you would think, and those little bastards are fierce. However, our handy dandy US Army survival manual says you can pick up the beaver by the tail, swing in a pendulum motion, and it will be lulled to sleep (well, a trance-like state, really)… then you can whack it against a tree. Voila. :eek:
I’ve done 15 kph in a 22 person canoe and also in a solo sprint kayak in northern Ontario. Harder than you’d think. I don’t know what speed I’ve hit going over waterfalls and dams in a ww kayak in northern Ontario. Which ever way you cut it, forget cars. Canoes and kayaks are the way to go in the Great White North.
So, funny story…
Did I ever tell the story about how I embarassed a teacher of mine at Applebees one night? Well it came back to bite me in the ass.
We went to Applebees one night (me, and 5 friends from high school), and our teacher shows up with all her Future Teachers of America kids. I get to thinking and I figure that I can’t let an opportunity to humiliate a teacher in public pass so I look at her and say, “Dr. Cook, Happy Birthday!” and she goes, “It’s not my birthday” and I say, “tonight it is”.
So we have the bartender ring his last call bell, and the whole restaurant goes silent, and I stand up on my chair. I say, “Ladies and Gentleman, if I could just have your attention for just a second, this will only take a moment. This is ****** Cook, and she has recently won the esteemed title of District 70’s Teacher of the Year, and on top of that, today is her birthday, so if everyone could just help me out in singing Happy Birthday to her…” and had the whole restaurant sing her happy birthday.
So she is beet red, with her head down on the table and she goes “You, girl, have the most balls I’ve ever seen, and I will get you back. God help me, I will get you back.”
Flash forward to graduation practice. We’re all just sitting there in the gym, in our chairs with nobody else around, all 50 of us or so, and these two Pueblo cops walk in, and they go “We need to speak to Ladyfoxfyre”.
So I get up and they go “You can just put your stuff down”. I figure this is a bad sign. They say, “You aren’t under arrest or anything, we just need to talk to you for a minute”. They look pretty pissed, so I decide to take them seriously.
I’m like “Uh, okay” so they take me over to the side of the gym and start talking to me, and they’re like “Where were you on April 30th?” and I’m running all the illegal things I’ve done in the past month through my head and wondering what illegal thing I was probably doing on the 30th. So I say “Well, I don’t know, it was a while ago,” and they reply, “Were you at Applebees?” So I think about it, and say, “Maybe, I don’t know, I go there quite a bit, April 30th doesn’t really ring a bell”.
So they say, “Well there was an incident there with a teacher, tell us about it”.
So I proceed to tell them the story, and they’re like, “Okay, so what was the name of the guy you know who works there?”
I say, “My Friend” and they write it down, and he goes, “When was your birthday miss?” and I go, “January 21, 19**”
He says, “So you’re 18 already”. “Yes”. “Ma’am, please turn around and put your hands behind your back”.
And he handcuffs me.
In front of my entire class.
Every single one of them is buzzing, telling the other people to shut the hell up and asking what the fuck is going on.
So they walk me down the hall past all the classrooms, and he asks me, “Do you need to call anybody?” It was about this time when I realized what was going on.
Into Dr. Cook’s room we go, hands behind the back, and she pops out with a big sign that says “GOT YOU! Happy Birthday”.
So I’m handcuffed in Dr. Cook’s room with these two cops.
And she’s laughing her ass off, and crying because she was laughing so hard.
I turn to her and say, “I’d love to hug you right now, but the handcuffs make it a bit difficult”.
So they took them off and they’re like, “Well did we at least have you going for a little while?”, and I was like “Hell yeah you did”.
I come back into the gym, and they’re all like “What happened? Where did you go?”
So I tell them all the story, and I don’t think I’ve ever held my entire class’s attention like I did today.
Definitely the best teacher prank I’ve ever heard of, or been priveliged to have been a part of.
-foxy
:o
::cracks knuckles::
Juvie
- (2) Minor in Posession: fined, released. Once in my hometown, once by a cop standing in the river pulling over canoes with underaged drinkers in them.
- Trespassing. Caught swimming in local public pool in the middle of the night, cuffed and read the “tough cop” act, released.
- (2) Destruction of public property: a few hours.
- Possession of a stolen vehicle: a few days. My friend stole his strict father’s car, father called the cops on us. We weren’t caught in the car so they couldn’t prove who actually stole it and just arrested the five of us. Wasn’t me. Guilty by association - small town, they were…familiar with us.
Off to college…
Adult
- (2) Public Intoxication: night in jail, dismissed.
- Public urination. On Cotton Bowl Stadium. Detained in jail-looking trailer in stadium parking lot, fined, released.
- Possession of a controlled substance: several hours in jail, misdemeanor
- Aggravated assault: night in jail, dismissed. Bar fight.
- DWI: Texas / OU weekend. DWI checkpoint. Several hours after being processed, blew a .07, passed a videotaped drunk test (ABCs, walk a line, read some text from this paragraph), released. Probably would’ve been worse had they processed me more quickly. I was printed, though.
Graduated from college: Nothing. That last time was in 1990, haven’t been arrested since then. I’m a good boy now.