Cops are full of crap.
Every single one of them.
Last night (I have the Sebring with dealer plates mind you, and I found out that the bulb for the plate is out) I pulled onto Hull Street off of Rose Street after a car went by, and there was another one coming up. So, I accelerated to 25 as reasonably as I could.
Well, guess what?
It was a police cruiser. So, I stopped at Morse Street. Pulled forward, stopped at Jefferson Street, and then proceeded on up to Hudson Street and stopped and turned right with my blinker on. The whole time the damn cop was following me. So, I indicated and turned left onto Montgomery Street since one of my friends lives on it, and I was going to get out, and go in. But, the cop didn't follow me down this street. So, I kept going, indicated and stopped at Marshall Street (Old U.S. 27). I then turned right and the next street down is Elizabeth which turns into my street (Seeley). So, I indicated and was slowing for my turn, and surprise, surprise, the doughnut bastard was just pulling up right there. So, I gave him a big smile as I turned and went home.
I've only had a couple happy endings with cop stories. Wait, make that at least four.
The time I got searched (I let them because I had NOTHING to hide) because the cops thought my friends and I were doing a drug deal at the park. He was all "I don't believe your story, but I have to because I can't find anything." Duh!!!!!! God damn f@#king imbecile!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course you have to believe me. I'm honest. I know I let them search my car, but it pissed me off just the same.
I had considered writing a letter the editor of out town's paper (even though the Daily Reporter is more of a crappy flyer than accurate and decent paper) called "Coldwater's Finest are Actually Coldwater's Worst". I still may do it. Make a great story to spread around because it's true.