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« on: January 31, 2004, 11:36:07 AM »
I have a cop story as well.
My sister (18) and I (15) were driving to school one day. It is the winter and we live in the middle of nowhere. I don't mean, I live in the middle of nowhere because I'm on the outskirt of town, or I live in the middle of nowhere because the nearest subdivision is a ten minuite walk, I mean the middle of nowhere where there are dead trees far as the eye can see and my nearest neighbor is a scary old hermit, who live five minuites of jogging away, who seems to enjoy gutting things. It is dark, mostly because trees hover over the road and it's like 6:30 in the morning during the winter. Amd we are late.
So the speed limit on this road is 25 miles an hour. No one lives on this road, no one walks on this road, hardly anyone even drives on this road. So my sister picks it up.
We get to this hill and she lets off, but we are still gaining speed. Oh, by the way, it's foggy. A creepy, I can't tell if my hand is still there foggy too. We can see a good ways ahead of us due to fog lights, God bless their souls, but not behind us. So at the bottom of this hill, we hear a cop.
Now, we are in the middle of nowhere, in the dark and a creepy fog. And the cops around here like to drink and are severly illrational due to their extremely small brain size.
So this cop follows us with just his lights on, no sound. We can hardley see them and slowed a little. Then he puts on his siren. We slow a LOT. She went from 35 to about 15. But we keep going. We don't carry sidearms in acse a phyco pulls us over in the dark, creepy fog. So we keep goin at about ten in plain sight. We do not try to escape. it's less than half a mile to the point were the roads are paved and there's at least a streetlight.
We go there the cop pulls up and the regular jimberjam. Then he says,"BLAH BLAH BLAH, OINK, SNORT, and I could put you down for evading arrest." And I swear he snorted the hugest fat azz snort you've eveer heard and gives her a ticket. Then FOLLOWS us, in case we would speed again or something. He follows us all the way to the school, a good fifteen miles, probably more, like he had nothing better to do. I hate cops.