Did you ever get arrested?
 

I was underage at 17 at a club and I was there the night the place got busted. (Harlow's on Banke Street) We were all driven to precinct 8 in Philadelphia and praise be, I was released since I was at least over 16, and I'm not sure if I ever even told Mom.......deathbed confession?

:eek:

Nope. I'm a play by the rules kind of guy.

Misdemeanor possession of marijuana in 1974. $100.00 bail, no-plea process offered by court (don't get busted for a year, we'll expunge your record), I took it, never been busted since.

It was really crappy pot, too.

When I was 15 I was arrested for shoplifting cassette tapes from a local music store. I was drunk and high and thought I could get away with cracking off the big plastic things they attach to the tapes.
They made me sit in the cell for 2 1/2 hours before they called my mom.
I was a big fan of NWA at the time, and spent the majority of my cell time singing all the lyrics to "Fuck the police".
I'm really embarrased now. I bet those cops had a great laugh watching me on camera.

No.

I dread the thought. I am a rule follower, order appeals to me. Peacemaker, not rebel.

Nope.

I've been the cause of other's arrests though.....

Sounds like a story in there.

Very close one time...but no cigar.

Only for short periods of time. :blush:

I, another guy from IBM and a friend of his from Denver were arrested at a Linda Ronstadt concert in Albuquerque back in 1970. They searched my purse at the door and found all the recreational goodies we had piled in there :( I had to cry for 15 minutes to persuade them to just take the grass and let me have my stash bag back along with the roach holder which were gifts I really treasured. Finally they decided not to charge us (they had taken down all our data but we were never "booked" so no record exists) and let us go into the concert, after the strip search (non-invasive) failed to turn up anything more sinister. So we sat on the floor and moped about losing the grass and half the concert when suddenly Cliff's friend remembered that when we were getting in the car he had stuck one of our joints in his hair and it was still there (lotsa hair on all of us in those days ;)). So at least there was enough left to share, and the concert was really good too. When I got home later that night (ok, it was early morning) I found out that my boyfriend had to go down to the Albuquerque Police Station to bail out one of his roommates. The idiot had tried to take cocaine into the same concert, in his shoe heel.

I have never been arrested - as my Mum works for the police (as a civilian employee) the idea terrified me all through my teenage years. I think the only laws I have broken rather than bent have involved narcotics, and I made sure any activity of that kind was incredibly well shielded from view.

I was given a verbal warning (caution? talking to?) by a policeman after being caught giving oral to my boyfriend in his car. I was 17 and so terrified that I was sick in the bushes after he left. In hindsight he only took our names & addresses to scare us, after all he didn't ask for ID & we could have given false names, but for months I dreaded getting a summons to court or something!

felony 4. do I win?

I play by the rules, but I know how to break the rules and get away with it. Still waiting for the opportunity to do the later.

I wish I had broken a few more rules when I had the chance. :( Nope, I've only broken a few small rules, and I've never been caught. Not even a speeding ticket.

Nope. I've been very lucky.

yep. twice. took lesser charge on the first and a directed verdict of not guilty on the second. the second one though sucked more than the first because of the almost 72 hours in harris county.

Twice , once in Tiwanna Mex , for PD ( or sum such ) The shore patrol came and bailed me out for a 6pack of bud , so I know i am worth SOMEthing !!!
Oh and from experence NEVER , I Repete NEVER find your self in the Tiwanna 8th street jail !!!!! It is an experence that you will NEVER forget !!!

And a week or so after i got out of the USMC , DUI , state trooper asked " sir have you been drinking ??" as he opened my car door , I rolled out on the ground , looked up at him and said " YUP !!! "

I have not been arrested, although I shoplifted once and got away with it.

Your Honor. I have to take the 5th. on this question

Damn, just remembered. Not getting arrested but the fact that a friend and I used to shoplift Pick N Mix sweets nearly every day after school. We'd buy about 20p between us and escape with about £1 worth down the sleeves of our school jumpers.

At the time I considered it a really funny joke, and it didn't even come to mind until I read this thread again. And yet if I found out my niece was doing it now I would consider her on the slippery slope to a life of crime.

Tcha.

Once. When I was 14. I shoplifted, but there were no charges brought against me. Never did it again.

Reading this thread, I am comming to the conclusion that the shoplifting problem is even worse WORLDWIDE than the retailers have been claiming all along. Seems like the Cellar has unveiled a regular crime wave, right here amongst us :eyebrow:

(And no, I never did shoplift. I'm really straight-arrow about stuff like stealing, I just have a problem about speed limits and governmental interference in our personal lives.)

shoplifting, warned. We did it to play chicken.

When I was a wee lad, I did once shoplift from a paint store. Took one of those shiny gold letter stickers people used to use to make signs. It just called out to me. It was like the telltale heart when I got home. I didn't know where I could stick it without being caught, so I ended up just hiding it in the trash.

I had a similar experience, when I was still in short pants. The thing that caught my eye was a comic book. I followed my Dad through the checkout line, into the parking lot and into the car. As I sat in the seat reading my comic book, my Dad looked at me with surprise and asked where did that come from? I pointed to the store. Well, he hauled me out of the car and explained in very clear terms that what I did was stealing and that this was the end of that career. He also led me back into the store where I apologized to some adult, maybe the cashier, maybe the manager, and returned the comic book.

I didn't get spanked, but I never repeated it.

I stole a sparkly hairclip once when I was about six. When I got home, I discovered that somehow it had fallen out of my pocket, and I figured that was my bad karma for stealing it in the first place.

After that, I never stole from a store, but I repeatedly stole things from friends and relatives until adolescence--usually cute tiny trinkets like a marble or something.

and hid them in a crown royal bag? :D

just the once.

Whoa, I didn't realize you got that. You win on count, I win on hard time in an orange suit.

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Not. I was at my father's deathbed one week before I was schedule to go to Jail for a 30 day sentence. He died, I never told him. It was better that he didn't have to know.

Also, I sold my company and started working for the acquiring company. One month into that I told the CEO I had to take a one-month leave of absense to go to Jail. He was shocked. But I came back and 18 months later he gave me a promotation and a hefty raise, just last week.

Yup.

1. ) Attempted murder of a police officer
2. ) Attempted Vehicular Homocide
3. ) Attempted Vehicular Homocide of a police officer
4. ) Possession of automatic weapons
5. ) Possession of plastic explosives
6. ) Possession of illegal edged weapons
7. ) Illegal licence plates
8. ) Illegal Vehicle Registration

This is a little complicated.

I was returning to base after leave. The local cops HATED servicemen. My Class A uniform was hanging in the back of the car. This rookie POS jumps in the road as I'm driving by. I slam on the brakes, and yell "WHAT THE FUCK?!?". Of course, with the window open, this jackass hears me.
"What you say, boy?"
"What the hell are you doing, jumping onto the road like that?"
"Get out the car, boy."
Now, bear in mind, this good ole boy stood about 5 foot 4 inch, and weighed about 110.
I stand 6 foot 3, at the time I weighed about 290.
When I got out of the car, this boy started shaking, and decided that he was gonna teach me a lesson.
He decided that I needed to be cuffed. OK, I figured, this shitwit wants to be a big man. He cuffed me, took the car keys, and shoved me in the prowlcar hidded in the bushes.
First, he looks at the plates. You know the ones, white with blue lettering.
He saw "G10" and was off and running.
As he started digging thru the car, I worked my hand out of the cuff. He was so shook up, he didn't tighten up the cuffs.
While digging thru the car, he notices my uniform saber, but finds nothing else.
Then he decided to search the trunk.
The first thing he sees is my weapons case. Inside was a dis-assembled M-16. And apparently, in his mind, dis-assembled weapons can be fired. This guy was sharp as a marble.
He then finds an empty, flattened out cardboard box. The printing that caught his eye was "C-4 High Explosive". Once again, apparently, cardboard is a high explosive.
He calls for backup, so that someone can drive the car back to the station while I get booked.
All this time, I'm thinking it's because I almost hit him with the car.
Only at the station do I find out about the charges.
Eight hours later, the next shift tells me I can call my lawyer for 3 minutes.
I call the base, tell the officer on duty where I am and to get someone there.
Another ten hours, and finally, "Legal" gets there.
After informing the Chief that his podunk town will bear the brunt of the DOJ if the charges were not dropped, in the manner of lost finances, lost jobs for the civilian employees, and more than likely the declaration of martial law in the event of his removal from office, resulting in a heavy Marine presence in his town, with everyone under scrutiny, upto and including his stripclubs and moonshine stills.
Suddenly, the charges were dropped. Wonder why.....
Outside I asked the mouthpiece what the hell took so long.
Turns out he was in Washington, and the OIC felt that local legal wasn't gonna do.
We got the hell out of there.
Fast.
Don't know what happened after that, don't care.
My superior officers told me not to worry about it.
And I don't.
At least it keeps me off "jury duty".
"Have you ever been convicted of a felony?"
"Convicted?........... No.........."

Good times, people, good times.

Once. A friend and I were skipping class one day and were sneaking around by a hotel that happened to have been robbed the previous day. Some employees saw us and called the cops, thinking we might be breaking in. The cops checked the place out and found no signs of forcible entry, but they decided to haul us down to the station anyway for truancy.