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My true LEO story - funny (I think)
Iconoclast
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David's lines made me laugh & recall an actual experience of mine.
For a time back when I was much younger, I dated a gal who was overly fond of the fermented grape. I had a fast sports car (Porsche 911S) and there was an area LEO harda$$ who was always trying to bust me; unfortunately for him, moving radar was yet to be invented and in rural NH, radar itself was virtually unknown. Many fun stories about his many frustrations, but this was the crowning note.
Early on in the relationship, I took the young lady to dinner in a nice restaurant in the LEO's jurisdiction. I was of age and had a cocktail before, wine with and Irish coffee after dinner. I knew my limits and observed them. My date matched me, and more. Leaving the restaurant, I observed a cruiser pull out of the parking lot to follow us . . . I knew it was my "friend." So I proceeded down the road observing every nuance of the law. A few hundred feet short of the town line, the blues come on & we do the usual license / registration deal.
"You've been drinking."
"Yes."
"You're drunk."
"No."
"Yes you are."
"Do you want blood, breath or urine? I'm not drunk & I'm not going to play your silly games."
So then he asks for my date's ID. She passes him her DL, and his eyes lit up like he hit the Irish lottery. "She's underage! You've been giving alcohol to a minor!!!!"
"NO he didn't offisherh, it wasch the waiter!"
End of stop.
For a time back when I was much younger, I dated a gal who was overly fond of the fermented grape. I had a fast sports car (Porsche 911S) and there was an area LEO harda$$ who was always trying to bust me; unfortunately for him, moving radar was yet to be invented and in rural NH, radar itself was virtually unknown. Many fun stories about his many frustrations, but this was the crowning note.
Early on in the relationship, I took the young lady to dinner in a nice restaurant in the LEO's jurisdiction. I was of age and had a cocktail before, wine with and Irish coffee after dinner. I knew my limits and observed them. My date matched me, and more. Leaving the restaurant, I observed a cruiser pull out of the parking lot to follow us . . . I knew it was my "friend." So I proceeded down the road observing every nuance of the law. A few hundred feet short of the town line, the blues come on & we do the usual license / registration deal.
"You've been drinking."
"Yes."
"You're drunk."
"No."
"Yes you are."
"Do you want blood, breath or urine? I'm not drunk & I'm not going to play your silly games."
So then he asks for my date's ID. She passes him her DL, and his eyes lit up like he hit the Irish lottery. "She's underage! You've been giving alcohol to a minor!!!!"
"NO he didn't offisherh, it wasch the waiter!"
End of stop.