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I have. In fact I had about 10 guns pointed at me. Pistols, Shotguns, Rifles. All from officers behind cars. All with rounds presumably chambered and safeties if not off, thumbs ready to correct.
Here's how it went down. I lived in Maine at the time, I was stationed up at NAS Brunswick before it got shuttered. Well, one morning, after the ex had left me, I got up to walk my dog, made some coffee... see I lived in a mobile home (much nicer than what you see down south, it's quite common actually) and I had only one window facing the road. Well there was a knock at my front door. That door was broke, I figured it was the UPS guy cause I was expecting a package.
Well so I had the dog hooked up, was in my bathrobe and cup of coffee I walked out the side/back door. I was totally oblivious until I came around the front. 5 vehicles were parked in front of my place. Each had 1-2 people all pointing very serious looking weapons my way. All the officers had a "This ain't a prank" look on their faces. I honestly nearly pissed myself. I raised my hands as HIGH as I could and asked as calmly as could "Can I help you?"
I was certain at that point my ex had made some spurious claim and I was about to get royally screwed.
In fact, after the two in charge established I was in fact, AG2(AW) from Texas and not the perp they were looking, weapons were raised and we had a nice chat. Seems the previous owner of my home has a son that's a wanted fugitive. White male, 6 foot or so tall, lives alone. Well... at that time in my life, I fit that description.
I am glad they didn't raid the house, I was annoyed they didn't ya know... ask the land lord (evidently they didn't want to alert the suspect) or whatever.
There was another time I was ordered out of the vehicle, by an officer with gun drawn. That wasn't fun. He had mistyped the license plate. In every case, I moved as slow as I could and followed all instructions to the letter.
I have. In fact I had about 10 guns pointed at me. Pistols, Shotguns, Rifles. All from officers behind cars. All with rounds presumably chambered and safeties if not off, thumbs ready to correct.
Here's how it went down. I lived in Maine at the time, I was stationed up at NAS Brunswick before it got shuttered. Well, one morning, after the ex had left me, I got up to walk my dog, made some coffee... see I lived in a mobile home (much nicer than what you see down south, it's quite common actually) and I had only one window facing the road. Well there was a knock at my front door. That door was broke, I figured it was the UPS guy cause I was expecting a package.
Well so I had the dog hooked up, was in my bathrobe and cup of coffee I walked out the side/back door. I was totally oblivious until I came around the front. 5 vehicles were parked in front of my place. Each had 1-2 people all pointing very serious looking weapons my way. All the officers had a "This ain't a prank" look on their faces. I honestly nearly pissed myself. I raised my hands as HIGH as I could and asked as calmly as could "Can I help you?"
I was certain at that point my ex had made some spurious claim and I was about to get royally screwed.
In fact, after the two in charge established I was in fact, AG2(AW) from Texas and not the perp they were looking, weapons were raised and we had a nice chat. Seems the previous owner of my home has a son that's a wanted fugitive. White male, 6 foot or so tall, lives alone. Well... at that time in my life, I fit that description.
I am glad they didn't raid the house, I was annoyed they didn't ya know... ask the land lord (evidently they didn't want to alert the suspect) or whatever.
There was another time I was ordered out of the vehicle, by an officer with gun drawn. That wasn't fun. He had mistyped the license plate. In every case, I moved as slow as I could and followed all instructions to the letter.
I have. In fact I had about 10 guns pointed at me. Pistols, Shotguns, Rifles. All from officers behind cars. All with rounds presumably chambered and safeties if not off, thumbs ready to correct.
Here's how it went down. I lived in Maine at the time, I was stationed up at NAS Brunswick before it got shuttered. Well, one morning, after the ex had left me, I got up to walk my dog, made some coffee... see I lived in a mobile home (much nicer than what you see down south, it's quite common actually) and I had only one window facing the road. Well there was a knock at my front door. That door was broke, I figured it was the UPS guy cause I was expecting a package.
Well so I had the dog hooked up, was in my bathrobe and cup of coffee I walked out the side/back door. I was totally oblivious until I came around the front. 5 vehicles were parked in front of my place. Each had 1-2 people all pointing very serious looking weapons my way. All the officers had a "This ain't a prank" look on their faces. I honestly nearly pissed myself. I raised my hands as HIGH as I could and asked as calmly as could "Can I help you?"
I was certain at that point my ex had made some spurious claim and I was about to get royally screwed.
In fact, after the two in charge established I was in fact, AG2(AW) from Texas and not the perp they were looking, weapons were raised and we had a nice chat. Seems the previous owner of my home has a son that's a wanted fugitive. White male, 6 foot or so tall, lives alone. Well... at that time in my life, I fit that description.
I am glad they didn't raid the house, I was annoyed they didn't ya know... ask the land lord (evidently they didn't want to alert the suspect) or whatever.
There was another time I was ordered out of the vehicle, by an officer with gun drawn. That wasn't fun. He had mistyped the license plate. In every case, I moved as slow as I could and followed all instructions to the letter.
You used to be white, male or 6 feet tall?
I have. In fact I had about 10 guns pointed at me. Pistols, Shotguns, Rifles. All from officers behind cars. All with rounds presumably chambered and safeties if not off, thumbs ready to correct.
Here's how it went down. I lived in Maine at the time, I was stationed up at NAS Brunswick before it got shuttered. Well, one morning, after the ex had left me, I got up to walk my dog, made some coffee... see I lived in a mobile home (much nicer than what you see down south, it's quite common actually) and I had only one window facing the road. Well there was a knock at my front door. That door was broke, I figured it was the UPS guy cause I was expecting a package.
Well so I had the dog hooked up, was in my bathrobe and cup of coffee I walked out the side/back door. I was totally oblivious until I came around the front. 5 vehicles were parked in front of my place. Each had 1-2 people all pointing very serious looking weapons my way. All the officers had a "This ain't a prank" look on their faces. I honestly nearly pissed myself. I raised my hands as HIGH as I could and asked as calmly as could "Can I help you?"
I was certain at that point my ex had made some spurious claim and I was about to get royally screwed.
In fact, after the two in charge established I was in fact, AG2(AW) from Texas and not the perp they were looking, weapons were raised and we had a nice chat. Seems the previous owner of my home has a son that's a wanted fugitive. White male, 6 foot or so tall, lives alone. Well... at that time in my life, I fit that description.
I am glad they didn't raid the house, I was annoyed they didn't ya know... ask the land lord (evidently they didn't want to alert the suspect) or whatever.
There was another time I was ordered out of the vehicle, by an officer with gun drawn. That wasn't fun. He had mistyped the license plate. In every case, I moved as slow as I could and followed all instructions to the letter.
No, I've never had the police point a gun at me.
But I have had encounters with police before. Once was when someone I was in the 6th Grade, and somebody had stole somebody's money during the class period, so the resource officers were called in.
They frisked all of us, and eventually they found the money on some kid, but get this: the dude who actually stole the money had placed it in the kid's bag beforehand, and basically framed it on the other kid.
I didn't catch it until about a month later after he tried to steal my band teachers' pack of playing cards. He was basically a kleptomaniac.
My mom used to put the Ritalin (that I refused to take), crushed up in my PBnJ sandwiches. I always knew this as I could taste parts of the pill. However, I never really cared because I was hungry. One day, some girl stole my sandwich and was super attentive the day. I was cracking up. Her heart was beating really fast and she was sweating and scared, but I did not feel bad because she stole my food.
I have. In fact I had about 10 guns pointed at me. Pistols, Shotguns, Rifles. All from officers behind cars. All with rounds presumably chambered and safeties if not off, thumbs ready to correct.
Here's how it went down. I lived in Maine at the time, I was stationed up at NAS Brunswick before it got shuttered. Well, one morning, after the ex had left me, I got up to walk my dog, made some coffee... see I lived in a mobile home (much nicer than what you see down south, it's quite common actually) and I had only one window facing the road. Well there was a knock at my front door. That door was broke, I figured it was the UPS guy cause I was expecting a package.
Well so I had the dog hooked up, was in my bathrobe and cup of coffee I walked out the side/back door. I was totally oblivious until I came around the front. 5 vehicles were parked in front of my place. Each had 1-2 people all pointing very serious looking weapons my way. All the officers had a "This ain't a prank" look on their faces. I honestly nearly pissed myself. I raised my hands as HIGH as I could and asked as calmly as could "Can I help you?"
I was certain at that point my ex had made some spurious claim and I was about to get royally screwed.
In fact, after the two in charge established I was in fact, AG2(AW) from Texas and not the perp they were looking, weapons were raised and we had a nice chat. Seems the previous owner of my home has a son that's a wanted fugitive. White male, 6 foot or so tall, lives alone. Well... at that time in my life, I fit that description.
I am glad they didn't raid the house, I was annoyed they didn't ya know... ask the land lord (evidently they didn't want to alert the suspect) or whatever.
There was another time I was ordered out of the vehicle, by an officer with gun drawn. That wasn't fun. He had mistyped the license plate. In every case, I moved as slow as I could and followed all instructions to the letter.
Well, I hope she learned her lesson. Karma's a bitch, ain't it? :lamo
You used to be white, male or 6 feet tall?
Never had a gun pulled on me, thankfully.
Only ever been pulled over once, randomly. Cop gave me a warning not to tailgate, I wasn't, and let me go. Cop probably just wanted to run my plate.
You do not need to be pulled over for a cop to run your plate. You were probably tailgating, at least in his/her eyes.
My mom used to put the Ritalin (that I refused to take), crushed up in my PBnJ sandwiches. I always knew this as I could taste parts of the pill. However, I never really cared because I was hungry. One day, some girl stole my sandwich and was super attentive the day. I was cracking up. Her heart was beating really fast and she was sweating and scared, but I did not feel bad because she stole my food.
OMG! My son was on Ritalin. One day he secretly shared a pill with his buddy Andy because of some brainiac idea 12 year old kids come up with. My daughter was 15 at the time and babysitting them until my wife came home. My daughter saw Andy's face and called 9-11. The wife was called home from work, and Andy got a ride in a ambulance. (which he thought was cool) It all turned out well, but sent a scare through both families. A couple of weeks went by and none of us really knew what happened until Andy's mom heard the two of them talking about it outside through a screened window at her house.
Busted!
Both were grounded for a month and had to go do sweep & trash duties the fire station every. The guys and girls at the fire station could barely contain themselves from laughing when they showed up on their bikes every day.
Cop thought I was tailgating him. I'm not that stupid. :lol:
In my experience with the police, and there was a lot in my younger days, they are right and you are wrong.
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