I was 18, sitting in my car with two friends. Waiting for a third. We were going clay bird shooting. A couple of shotguns sticking up in the back seat, I was wasting time looking at the young women going into the bank down the road with my friends binoculars. Across the street from it was the police station.
3 unmarked cars scream in cops run out guns drawn. We are all put up against the car and cuffed with Guns pointed at us.
“WE’RE GOING SKEET SHOOTING …LOOK IN THE TRUNK!!” I scream.
As the trunk pops open the 4th member of our party exits the apartment building with a side by side 12 broke open in the crook of his arm “what’s going on” he says. As the trunk opens revealing the skeet machine two boxes of skeet and 5-6 boxes of #7.5 loads.
“Oh We saw you glassing the bank and the guns and well…”.
Th cops left. We went skeet shooting.
Didn’t make the papers. Nobody sued. Life goes on. My friends had a good laugh at my expense for glassing the skirts. Which would be another ‘heinous crime ‘ today.
When I was 18, me and a friend had been asked to repair a broken window at our church. We got there and he realized he forgot the key. So, as two wise young adults, we figured the window was already broken, let’s just remove it and crawl in. It was about 8-9 feet off the ground and the ladder was inside. So we backed my mom’s big monster Oldsmobile station wagon up to the window. Just as he got in the window, it seemed the entire police department arrived from four directions. Lights and sirens.
There were at least six patrol cars.
It was pretty easily explained, especially when we showed them the glass and glazing putty inside the church.
In highschool I had one that was a step up from what you got. This was in the 70’s. We were driving through town at about midnight in my friends Bug. The cops tailed us for a few blocks and the red lights went on. They got 4 of us out of the car and lined us up at the back with the bright squad car lights on us. They then got a very distraught girl out of the back of the squad car and brought her forward. They asked, “Are these the guys?”. She said, “No.”
The cops said we could go. As I got back into the car, I was thinking, “This girl could have ruined my life, if she made a mistake.”
Even so, I guess I’m glad I never aspired to the Supreme Court.