Got to tell you this. When I was in Hospital security 2nd shift, a guy parked in the far back corner of the front lot. I was about to go check it when a deputy pulled in, he asked what was going on and I told him. He decided to walk out with me. We got there and the guy was in the car drinking beer. The deputy asks for license and registration. The guy gets out of the car hands him his license and reg and then starts this stupid little dance, while holding a can of beer and singing, "you can't arrest me I'm not driving, you can't arrest me I'm not driving" must have gone through about a dozen verses of this when the deputy looked at him and asked..."how'd you get here"...the response... "I drove".... which was followed by the deputy saying.. "drove....huh...you're under arrest"
My wife has a nephew who, shall we say, isn't the most likable man. He used to have a little sports car, with one of those wing things on the back. Also had a small TV mounted next to his rear view mirror.
He was drag racing his friend on the highway one day. They were clocked going well over one hundred miles an hour. A State Trooper was entering the highway from a rest stop when they flew by him. Trooper went after them. The nephew pulled over, his buddy took off.
The trooper asked who the nephew was racing with. The nephew ratted his buddy out, even gave the trooper his buddy's vanity plate. (probably read ashhole2)
Nephew got a whopper of a ticket. I don't remember the exact amount, but it was hundreds of dollars.
Two weeks later.....the nephew is on the same highway, going slower this time, he's doing ninety miles an hour. Same trooper pulls him over.
Trooper takes the license and registration and before he looks at it, says "Happy belated birthday. You know how I know you just had a birthday, Thomas? Because the last time I pulled you over I remember your driver's license was expiring in two days. I sure hope you went to the DMV."
The nephew hadn't. Trooper impounded the vehicle. In the ten minutes it took the tow truck to get there the nephew called friends for a ride, but nobody picked up, went straight to voice mail.
His friends called him back. But the nephew didn't pick up this time. You know why? Because the nephew's cell phone had fallen out of his pants pocket and was in his little sports car. The one with the TV. The one on the way to the impound lot.
Took the nephew nine hours to get home. (God, this story makes me so happy)
Karma 1, The nephew 0.