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The only time I've ever had anything to do with the police (except a random roadside breath test) is when some friends and I were on vacation near the beach, and late one night we decided to go for a drive. We were cruising along, going the speed limit, and there were five of us in the car. I was in the front passenger seat with a beer (I didn't know that was illegal) and we drove by a police station and for some reason the driver had his hand on the horn, blasting for the whole world to hear.
I look out the window and see half a dozen police cars outside the station with all the cops milling around chatting, and I see one reach for the car door. I told the driver to turn down a side street because we're about to be pulled over, but he didn't believe me until we saw the trees glow blue behind us. We were freaked out so at 60kph he slammed on the breaks and skidded up a gravel driveway and stopped only a few feet from an iron gate and just as we stopped I rolled down my window and threw my beer out. I didn't know it was illegal but I thought it wouldn't look good. As the dust settled from out sudden stop we saw our headlights were shining right on a bunch of teenagers sitting in their driveway, five feet away, probably drinking or partying, and they were stunned. In the middle of the night out of nowhere this beaten up station wagon comes grating to a halt right in front of you, a beer bottle flying out the window, followed seconds later by a police car with lights flashing.
The police ignored the kids in the driveway and asked us if we'd been drinking. We were all overage so we had nothing to worry about, and the driver was sober and passed the breathalyzer just fine. They gave us a warning about blaring the horn at midnight for no reason, and said it was a stupid thing to do outside a police station, then they drove off. We were all pretty stunned but glad they just gave us that warning.
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