Anyway, we were watching CSI last night, minding our own business, when a cop pulled up on our curb. He had pulled over a Trans Am that had probably ran the stop sign at the end of our street. We did what any red-blooded humans would: turned off all the lights and opened the window so we could watch the drama.
While this cop was running this guy's info, a second cruiser came by, herding another victim. He pulled further up the street so we couldn't see him. At any rate, the fellow in front of us took a long time to process, because he didn't have his license on him -- a friend drove by and gave it to him. No, I'm not making this up.
The second cop finished up, turned around, and said to the cop in front of our house - "Hey! Turn off your lights so I can go catch another one!" Ladies and gentlemen, if ever before you have doubted that cops can be douchebags, here is your proof. They're not all douchebags, but the tendency is pretty high.
The second cop never did come back, but for a while we felt like we had our own Felony Phone* right in front of our house. It was awesome.
*My cousin Jon is a cop in Irvine. Stop that sniggering, they do too have crime there. Mostly at night. There is a particular payphone at a particular gas station that Irvine's Finest call the "Felony Phone," because every time there's someone using it after about midnight, you can be sure as shit that they're up to no good. Never fails, Jon says.
Update: The Trans Am left an oil stain on the street in front of our house. Thanks, buddy.
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