Bad Cop Stories

[tsenfw 10+ year member]

Inspired by Techchild's "good cop stories" thread. List your horrible pulled over or general cop experiences.

2 weeks ago. Went to White Plains to hit up some bars after the 1:30 last call in CT bars. Park on a side road and the 4 of us start walking, 2 people buzzed, 2 people wasted. 2 stop to piss on a tall wall on the side of the side walk which is a parking garage wall. We yell out to stop when we see a cop car go by. Cop didn't see them.

One of them goes back to pissing and an unmarked car pulls up and 2 undercovers get out! They frisk the two. 1 is a dick but is about to let us go but his partner starts starting shit with the pisser! Says he's lying and not cooperating. (which we later find out he was totally cooperating) He throws him in cuffs and brings him over to us saying this is what happens when you lie and don't cooperate. Then takes him to jail.

The remaining 3 of us walk away to sober up for a few minutes and let the cops leave. We find the station and bail him out with $100. He has to go to court for a Indecent Exposure charge but he should be fine. That undercover was such a dick though, his partner was about to let us go.

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[BreakingBad]

LOL bad cop stories?

they're all bad.

**** THE POLICE

worthless pieces of shit.

 

[Pop da Hatch 10+ year member]

o rly?

 

[Anniku989 10+ year member]

My buddy got one of those license plates from wally world where you can put the letters in it to spell whatever you want... dumbass decided to put "**** the po-po"

Had it ripped off about two weeks later

 

[kickerlivinloud 10+ year member]

LOL bad cop stories?
they're all bad.

**** THE POLICE

worthless pieces of shit.

I'll make sure the cops know you think this way next time your being robbed or held up at knife/gun point.

 

[Dozy_production 10+ year member]

The only 'qualm' I've had with a police officer was my first ticket. Was speeding 10 over in a residential/commercial road. Pretty much i had a knife in my pocket and when he came over i told him that and just gave it to him without him asking. He asked for my DL which was in a wallet under the seat. I told him that and he said, "yea sure" really nonchalantly. As soon as i start reaching for under the seat he pulls the gun to my back, since im reaching from out of the car, and tells me to get on the ground. He then gets my wallet from my car without any consent or anything. Had me on the ground for a while too.

 

[hoxie08 5,000+ posts]

The only 'qualm' I've had with a police officer was my first ticket. Was speeding 10 over in a residential/commercial road. Pretty much i had a knife in my pocket and when he came over i told him that and just gave it to him without him asking. He asked for my DL which was in a wallet under the seat. I told him that and he said, "yea sure" really nonchalantly. As soon as i start reaching for under the seat he pulls the gun to my back, since im reaching from out of the car, and tells me to get on the ground. He then gets my wallet from my car without any consent or anything. Had me on the ground for a while too.

that would **** man

 

[Dozy_production 10+ year member]

At that point he didn't need consent.

just some scared 16 year old in a well to do neighborhood with his work clothes still on which were a dress shirt and pants.

 

[Dozy_production 10+ year member]

Reaching under his seat....

after declaring it and asking for permission.

read

 

[Pl8er 5,000+ posts]

About five miles back I had a brush with the CHP. Not stopped or pulled over; nothing routine. I always drive poperly. A bit fast, perhaps, but always with consummate skill and a natural feel for the road and even cops recognize. No cop was ever born who ins't a sucker for a finely executed hi-speed controlled drift all the way around one of thoe cloverleaf freeway interchanges.

Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side when he sees the big red light behind him...and then we will start apologizing, begging for mercy.

This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cops heart. The to do when you're running along about a hundred or so and you suddenly find a red flashing CHP tracker on your trail-what you want to do then is accelerate. Never pull over with the first siren howl. Mash it down and make the bastard chase you at speeds up to 120 all the way to the next exit. He will follow. But he won't know what to make of your blinker - singal that says you're about to turn right.

This is to let him know you're looking for a proper place to pull off and talk ... keep signaling and hope for an offramp, one of those uphill side loops with a sign saying "Max speed 25" and the trick, at this point, is to suddenly leave the freeway and take him into the chute at no less than a hundred miles an hour. He will lock his brakes about the same time you lock yours, but it will take him a moment to realize that he's about to make a 180 degree turn at this speed but you will be ready for it, braced for the Gs and the fast heel-toe work, and with any luck at all you will have come to a complete stop off the road at the of the turn and be standing beside your automobile by the time he catches up. He will not be reasonable at first...but no matter. Let him calm down. He will want the first word. Let him have it. His brain will be in a turmoil: he may begin jabbering, or even pull his gun. Let him unwind; keep smiling. The idea is to show that you were in total control of yourself and your vehicle while he lost control of everything.

It helps to have a police/press badge in your wallet when he calms down enough to ask for your license. I had one of these-but I also had a can of Budweiser in my hand. Until that moment, I was unaware that I was holding it. I had felt totally on top of the situation...but when I looked down and saw that little red/silver evidence-bomb in my hand, I knew I was fucked.

Speeding is one thing, but drunk driving is quite another. The cop seemed to grasp this-that I'd blown my whole performance by forgetting the beer can. His face relaxed, he actually smiled. And so did I. Because we both understood, in that moment that my Thunder Road, moonshine-bomber act had been totally wasted: We had both scared the piss out of ourselves for nothing at all-because the fact of this beer can in my hand made any arguement about "speeding" beside the point.

 

[Dozy_production 10+ year member]

I did read, jackass. The cop isn't here to tell his side of the story. You may have told him something that he responded to, without fully hearing what you said. Ever thing about it that way?

I forgot how hard it was to post a simple story on a forum.

 

[Dozy_production 10+ year member]

About five miles back I had a brush with the CHP. Not stopped or pulled over; nothing routine. I always drive poperly. A bit fast, perhaps, but always with consummate skill and a natural feel for the road and even cops recognize. No cop was ever born who ins't a sucker for a finely executed hi-speed controlled drift all the way around one of thoe cloverleaf freeway interchanges.
Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side when he sees the big red light behind him...and then we will start apologizing, begging for mercy.

This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cops heart. The to do when you're running along about a hundred or so and you suddenly find a red flashing CHP tracker on your trail-what you want to do then is accelerate. Never pull over with the first siren howl. Mash it down and make the bastard chase you at speeds up to 120 all the way to the next exit. He will follow. But he won't know what to make of your blinker - singal that says you're about to turn right.

This is to let him know you're looking for a proper place to pull off and talk ... keep signaling and hope for an offramp, one of those uphill side loops with a sign saying "Max speed 25" and the trick, at this point, is to suddenly leave the freeway and take him into the chute at no less than a hundred miles an hour. He will lock his brakes about the same time you lock yours, but it will take him a moment to realize that he's about to make a 180 degree turn at this speed but you will be ready for it, braced for the Gs and the fast heel-toe work, and with any luck at all you will have come to a complete stop off the road at the of the turn and be standing beside your automobile by the time he catches up. He will not be reasonable at first...but no matter. Let him calm down. He will want the first word. Let him have it. His brain will be in a turmoil: he may begin jabbering, or even pull his gun. Let him unwind; keep smiling. The idea is to show that you were in total control of yourself and your vehicle while he lost control of everything.

It helps to have a police/press badge in your wallet when he calms down enough to ask for your license. I had one of these-but I also had a can of Budweiser in my hand. Until that moment, I was unaware that I was holding it. I had felt totally on top of the situation...but when I looked down and saw that little red/silver evidence-bomb in my hand, I knew I was fucked.

Speeding is one thing, but drunk driving is quite another. The cop seemed to grasp this-that I'd blown my whole performance by forgetting the beer can. His face relaxed, he actually smiled. And so did I. Because we both understood, in that moment that my Thunder Road, moonshine-bomber act had been totally wasted: We had both scared the piss out of ourselves for nothing at all-because the fact of this beer can in my hand made any arguement about "speeding" beside the point.

thats if its straight from a movie script.