Both! LOL

I was once stopped for driving the minimum speed limit on a highway outside of Reno. The policeman argued that I was weaving but the person in the car with me swears that I was driving quite carefully. It's a matter of practise to stop cars that are travelling at the highway minimum because that's the speed they often see drunk drivers going on the highway. But I was a teetotaller at the time and had not had a drink in years. I offered to do a sobriety test for the police on the spot and asked if they often gave tickets o people who drove prudently. I was tired and just wanted to make sure that I got home safely. The policeman decided that arresting someone for driving prudently wasn't going to look good. Let alone the fact that I was a tourist and visiting.

yes! I forgot the alarm code to get in the house, and set the alarm off. They sent the police and cornered me in my own home. They asked me if the dogs would bite and I told him not the one that was loose, then they asked why my pictures were up everywhere. They questioned me for a while and then said they couldn't go till I showed some I.D. the fact that I was 13 or 14 at the time and didn't have an i.d. didn't matter. So I tried to show them my picture in the yearbook with my name and everything but they said that didn't count. I was in tears the entire exchange. Finally my mother called and they told me to answer the phone, and I answered and told her what was going on and she asked to speak to them. I don't know what she said but they left as soon as they got off the phone with her. I was upset for days after this happened!

My son is a peace officer and I've been dealing with him all his life:)

Years ago, some acquaintances and I are sitting in a Dunkin Donuts of all places. This muscle bound dude, with a mullet, walks in with his equally muscle bound girl on his arm. We were sitting at a table, she was ordering and he had his back to the counter and was staring us down. One of my acquaintances, Javier, a relatively short guy but somewhat stocky started staring back. I whispered in his ear, “I smell bacon, back off” he kept on staring. Finally this muscle head speaks to Javier, “I like your hair cut” he said in a condescending manner. Javier replied with, “Yea I like yours too, I should get me one like that”. The muscle head responded with “No you shouldn’t because it would look bad with your stupid face” At this point my other acquaintance Mike freaked and ran to a pay phone to call police. Pussy! Anyhow, the muscle head and Javier exchanged a few words, mostly it was the muscle head who was threatening to throw all of us through the glass and kick our asses. So when the cops arrived, it became clear that my first assumption that muscle head was a cop was right on. When the cops showed up, muscle head pulled his badge. He then told him his side of the story, how we hit on his woman, he identified himself as a cop and we threatened him. None of which was true. The cops gave us a hard time for a while, they searched our cars, patted us down, and threatened to take us to jail…. Then they just let us go. Moral of the story. If it smells like bacon it probably is bacon. When your friend runs to call the cops because he’s a pussy, you should just leave.

Yes, we had an 8ft inflateable spider stolen from the front yard during halloween a couple of years ago! The crime report in the local paper read "An 8ft spider was stolen from the 1200 block of our street"