Running From the Cops

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It was a sunny afternoon, back when I was 17 years old. Our local football team had just won the Super Bowl and the city came to life with excitement. I wasn’t a big football fan, but I did enjoy having a good time.

Driving down the road with my friend ‘Dave’, we saw a large group of people standing on the corner of a busy intersection, causing all sorts of ruckus. They were cheering and jumping around in the street in celebration of the win. Dave and I gave each other a quick look and silently agreed to join in the fun.

He pulled into the parking lot of a fast food restaurant and we quickly jumped out and ran over to the crowd. As we cheered and shouted along with them, we watched many angry drivers pass by, trying to dodge all of us. The drivers weren’t nearly as thrilled to have us jumping around in the street as we were.

After several minutes of fun, we heard the sound of police sirens coming down the street. We knew that they were after us. Immediately, we all stopped our cheering and scattered in every direction, like roaches when the lights come on. Dave and I ran as fast as we could to his car. The moment we reached the car, the cops turned into the parking lot. Dave’s door was unlocked and he jumped in.

He began to back the car out of the parking spot, but with one problem. I hadn’t gotten in yet. Thankfully, the passenger window was down. So I took a leap and jumped “Dukes of Hazzard style” through the window of the car. As Dave took off through the parking lot, my legs were still dangling outside the window.

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The cops were directly behind us and I was certain they were going to pull us over. I finally pulled my legs in, right as we took off out of the parking lot. To our great surprise and relief, they didn’t give chase.

As we sped down the road, we laughed about our close call with the police and I gloated over my semi-successful Dukes of Hazzard jump. All those years of watching that show finally paid off.

Lesson: Don’t run from the police. But if you’re going to, make sure you practice first. (That second part was a joke.)

For all of you football fans out there – Hope you enjoy a safe and police-free 2014 Super Bowl game.

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22 Responses to Running From the Cops

  1. suzjones says:

    Too funny. Keep that story from the kids until they ate older though. Lol

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    • mewhoami says:

      Thanks Sue. Yes, indeed. This is a story that won’t be told for a few more years, at least.

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      • April says:

        Yes—but don’t let your older children be around aunts or uncles without you being present. My kids grew up believing I was a perfect-angel-teen. I always followed my parent’s rules, and never got into trouble. Then…when my daughter was about 20, my youngest sister revealed most of the secrets I kept from my kids. I’m still plotting my revenge against my sister—mwahahaha!

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  2. Nate says:

    Hahaha! That’s epic!

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  3. Dave says:

    So which is more fun? Young and reckless or older and smarter?
    Awesome story!

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  4. April says:

    A little wildness you’re showing us. I like it! I hid in a wardrobe hiding from the cops and got the giggles. (It had to do with underage drinking–I was reckless and stupid) šŸ˜‰

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  5. Ryan Dueck says:

    This is a great story! Brings back memories of my teenaged years. Did a lot of running from the cops back then!

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  6. Lynda says:

    I remember being in a crowd at Pensacola Beach in Florida. I was 24 and in the military then. When the troopers showed up with teargas and batons to disburse the crowd who had gathered to watch the “Streakers” I remember being shocked! The crowd started throwing bottles and such and then the Troopers moved in for the kill…

    We beat feet and left, apparently just in time, because later that night on the news it looked like all hell had broken loose! šŸ˜Æ

    We allowed ourselves more risk and danger then, than we would ever think of now, eh?

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