A police officer once pulled me over and scolded me for not having sufficiently scraped the ice off my window. Then he said:
“You better call up your boss right now and tell him you’re going to be late. Because I’m going to stand right here and watch you scrape the ice off your car.”
I wanted to shout at him that I was the boss. That would have been a lie, but he didn’t know that. Dumbass prick.
You know what those details, parted out from your story, would fetch on the open market? 
I think people are confusing the word “interesting” with “OMG, that’s the most hilarious, FASCINATING, engaging thing I’ve ever seen or read, EVER!!!”. Most of us rarely encounter police at all, and if so, during very routine traffic stops, so he shared his take on a slightly different encounter because he thought it was a bit interesting. So what?
Geez, give the guy a break.
The “I” isn’t for ‘interesting’. I put the story out because it was interesting to me, but it won’t necessarily be interesting to you. I throw it out there, and anyone who cares to comment, or relate their own ‘mundane, pointless’ story, can. If you don’t like my story, or don’t find it interesting, you are free to pretty much call me anything you want, except ‘cunt’ by the rules, here.
Don’t like my story? Tell a better one of your own, or bugger off. I don’t care which.
OOPS. That’s the Pit rules. This is MPSIMS, so you can’t call me any thing at all. So I will call myself an idiot, so you don’t have to pit me.
CH, You’re an idiot for posting such a stupid, pointless story!
You’re welcome.
FWIW, I found it interesting and (as I’ve already noted up-thread) slightly amusing. 
Cerealbox, you changed the words within a quote box. That is completely against the rules. Don’t do this again.
twickster, MPSIMS moderator
Why? Shouldn’t the person walking up your drive for any reason initiate the communication?
Last night my roommate and I were standing outside waiting for the pizza delivery guy (we were letting my dog out in the fenced yard while we waited- he used to be REALLY fat but he’s lost 15 lbs and wow, he’s much better!! He’s never worn the cone of shame, for what it’s worth). We were chatting and I was sending a ticket for Candy Crush to my boyfriend when 2 police cruisers pulled up and said “Did you call us?” and I said “Only if you’re delivering pizza! HAW HAW HAW!!!” because I have dreams of doing stand up comedy and this struck me really funny. They proceeded down the road and it turns out there was a domestic disturbance there or something. The pizza arrived shortly after and we told the delivery guy the story. He didn’t care, we tipped him extra anyway and the pizza was good. Thus ended my terrifying encounter with the cops.
I’m not going to wait for them to initiate the conversation, I going to ask.
To be fair, the cop did. I saw his mouth move. I just couldn’t hear jack-shit with my ear-muffs on and the Dremel grinding metal. So I shut the Dremel down, took the ear-muffs off (see long involved process in the OP), and asked him what he’d just said.
Wait, having the police show up and search your house because your landlord is wanted for attempted murder happens all the time?
It’s happened to me at least four times. Maybe five. I really should move, though.
Sure, but then he’d have to…
Several years ago my next door neighbor’s dog was hit by a car and dragged itself home to be mercifully shot by its owner. Some other neighbor heard the shot and called the police.
I was in my study with my pug Lucy and was oblivious to the above. She needed to go out so I took her into the front yard to pee. It was cold and I was wearing my fleece with my hands tucked comfortably in my pockets.
I have a fairly long driveway, so when two police cars pulled in at high speed with their lights on it got my attention. This isn’t something that happens too often and since they were on my property I wanted to know what was going on. I left Lucy behind and approached the cops with my hands tucked comfortably in my pockets.
Next thing I know I’m on my knees getting screamed at by a couple of kids (OK cops, but at my age cops look like kids these days) and getting frisked… IN MY FRONT YARD!
I wrote it off as a misunderstanding, but if I was in a different city or of a different color (I am clear) I might have gotten more than words headed my way.
This actually reminds me that I do have a truly interesting story from about 1998 or '99, just a few years after the OK city bombing.
It’s the dead of winter, and I and my coworker (female, I’ll call her Alice, which isn’t her real name) were driving the (oldest, most decrepit) company van, loaded with equipment we needed at the job, down to the gas station to gas up. And we were both wearing Carhart coveralls, On the way back, the van not only couldn’t make it up the steep, ice and snow covered driveway our shop was on, but something broke, and we could barely make it into the supermarket parking lot across the street. We got it parked in a spot, walked back up to the shop, and told the boss about the problem. He sent us down to rent a Ryder truck. So now we’re back with a Ryder truck, backed up to the company shit-wagon, and transferring equipment (which included a 55 gallon drum) into the Ryder truck. Suddenly, as we were transferring the stuff we needed, a cop car pulls up. Then a second one. And they both pulled up next to us. I said to ‘Alice’ “Holy shit! I wonder what’s going on!” Then I noticed it was us that the cops were focusing in on. So I told her ‘They’re here for us. Don’t move. Make sure your hands are where they can see them. But most of all, don’t move. They’re a trigger short of killing us.’
It turns out that someone in the grocery store did, in fact call us in as potential McVeighs, simply because we were transferring shit from the crappy company van into a Ryder truck.
So, yeah, I’ve got a better story than even my OP.
Banging on my door (rental house) around 11:00 PM. I throw on my robe, grab a handgun, and head to the front door.
I turn on the porch light, look through the peephole - cops.
I drop my pistol into the pocket of my bathrobe, and open the door - they are trying to serve a warrant on a prior tenant - easily cleared up.
Except.
My robe starts falling open due to the weight of the pistol, I am holding the door with one hand while I try to keep from either flashing the female cop or drop dropping my pistol (turns out that pocket was ripped in the corner). I somehow do NOT expose myself, nor do I drop the pistol, but I DO make it obvious I answered the door armed. Cop thanks me, and says that they are going to check the unit behind my house, and asks if they will answer the door with the same…pause…style.
Fun moment, only worthy in this fine thread.
I’m sure that’s happened to cerealbox like 8 times.
Interesting.
Ok I have a funny
Mid 90’s I was in my mid 20’s and living in a Hippie/College town in NW Arkansas. I had this rental house on a steep hill that was arranged like this
Street
8’ retainer wall with steps
Steep path
6’ patio with steps
House
Back Patio
8’ Retainer wall with steps
Hill levels off in gravel lot say 60’ deep
Alley
U shaped two story apt complex that faces away from the house
These apts have back patios, sliding glass doors and a little fenced in yard with a gate facing the back of our house. Our house has a large side yard (also very steep) on the left side as seen from the street.
So one Friday night we are sitting in the living room attempting to attach ourselves to the ceiling with the help of a tube, some water, a lighter and this green stuff. By the time this all does down Me and my roomie “C” are floating at least three feet off the floor.
Me: “Dude, I hear something”
C: " Dude you are just high, chill"
M: " No seriously I do hear something in the side yard, I am going to go check it out"
C: " Whatever just quit harshing my buzz"
I got to my room and without turning on the light pull and back the curtain on a window which looks out into the side yard.
There is something in the yard, it is about a foot away and staring back at me.
Dressed head to toe in black, body armor, battle helmet, face mask and an MP-5, one of Fayetteville’s finest is staring me right in the face.
It takes a moment but I do manage to get back into my skin although I might have put it on backwards, breathing re-commences. The scariest cop ever puts a single finger to his lips or where his lips would be if I could see them and gives the International Sign “Shut the Hell Up”. I comply. My eyes have adjusted enough at this point to see there is a small army of similarly clad officers moving up the hill towards the apt complex, in formation.
Stroll back in living room…
C: “Well was there anything in the yard”
M: " Fayetteville Police Department" I just let that hang in air for a moment while I watch all the color drain out of roomie’s face.
M: “They aren’t here for us, they are headed to the apartments”
M&C put away toys, just in case. Grab wine in the kitchen and the show starts.
::Huge commotion and battering sounds and much yelling::
So after a bit, we quietly slide out the back door and crawl up the steps in the wall till our heads just poke out.
They went in the apt directly behind us, threw open the gate, glass door and the blinds on the door so we can see directly in, we can also hear everything. There are three rather downcast looking people our age sitting on the sofa, one gal two guys, being badgered by a couple of cops (“where is it, where is the stash”) while the search seems to be going on upstairs. Then the CIC comes down the stairs and says…
“You’re Busted”
This goes on for a while and we are starting to get bored and then the phone rings. Cue CIC…
“Bad Guy on the line, everybody quiet, Bad Guy on the line”
“Hello this is So and So with the Fayetteville Police Department, an accident has happened at your house and we need you here right away”
Hangs up phone and says
“Lets move”
Police vehicles vanish, little army of black Ninja guys runs down my side yard(with one telling Me & C to get our asses in the house), leaving one cop car parked in the alley. I am thinking “no way this guy shows up” but lo and behold, not five minutes later…
He pulls up, the mini army deploys, the cop cars all come back and there are now 4 sitting on the sofa while they continue to search the house.
Took a while to figure out what had happened but they were Heroin Dealers, they got out on bail but tried to get some money to run by doing a big deal that was to a UC and got into a bunch more trouble (according to the News)
The little Ninja army, parked across the street from my house, bread van and all. They had practiced their part in my yard several times. I know this because I met the cop who was at my window. He told me about the practice runs and also said the look on my face was…
“Priceless”
Capt