It’s all in good fun, right? From witty jokes to slyly sneaking out of a ticket, these folks share the hysterical ways they fooled law enforcement. I’ll have to keep some of these tricks in my back pocket!
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Sting Operation Shutdown
“Back when I was in school, the university newspaper ran a story about undercover cops using a younger, cute girl to camp outside the liquor store just off-campus. The girl would ask people to buy her beer. She’d give the people money, then ask them if they wanted to come back to her vehicle and share one as a way to say thanks. The offender would get back to where her car was supposed to be, the van door opened up, and the cops inside would give them a ticket.
Late one evening, my friend and I were going to this same liquor store to get some beer when we were approached by a cute girl.
She asked, ‘Do you mind buying me a six-pack? I’m underage, so I can’t.’
Being stupid, I said sure, took her money, and we went inside. About 10 seconds later, I remembered the piece about the undercover cops and realized we were about to get arrested.
At this point, we decided the best thing to do was to buy a six-pack of super-expensive root beer. We blew $9 of the $20 she gave us, and put the drinks in a paper bag.
We walked back out, and she asked us, ‘Did you get it?’
We responded, ‘Yeah, of course. The drinks are in the bag.’
She invited us back to her car to have one each as a thank-you. Sure enough, we head to the back and there’s the black van.
The door opened up, and cops were sitting in the back with headphones on.
One cop turned to us and said, ‘You’re both in a world of trouble now.’
I tried to stifle my laughter as I said, ‘Really? I thought you guys could use some root beer sitting out here in the hot cramped van all night.’
There was an awkward pause, and then the officers opened the bag. Root beer, nothing else.
Then they told us to get the hell out of there because we were ‘interfering’ with a police investigation.
We walked across the street to our apartment building and yelled out the window every time the girl approached someone to inform them about how it was a sting. The cops left about 20 minutes later.
I’m still glad my friend and me were able to think quickly on our feet.”
Speed Trap Struggles
“I grew up in a small town, REALLY small. The only way to have any form of entertainment was to drive 30 minutes to the next city to go to the movies or go bowling. On the highway halfway between the two cities, there was a small town known for being a speed trap. The highway was out of the jurisdiction of the local police. The officer would hide in between overpasses to catch speeders and force them to pull over onto the frontage road. The frontage road was in his jurisdiction. Then he would claim an exaggerated speed. When people asked to see his radar, which was perfectly legal, the officer claimed he didn’t have to because it was ‘illegal.’ Any claims reported to his superiors seemed to go ignored. Until he ran into me.
Over time, my friends and I timed the officer’s patrols. My friends and I soon realized he patrolled towards the end of the month. One night, the officer stopped a friend for excessive speeding. The officer claimed my friend was going 92 in a 60 zone, which was a total lie. The officer took my friend’s plate number, and he claimed to have seen it speeding several times before.
Afterward, I decided to take my phone and rig it up to record my speedometer. Then, I tried to get pulled over by the same officer. It took a few tries, but I finally managed to get pulled over by him for doing 70 in the 60 zone. Keep in mind, this was the first time I ever received a speeding ticket.
After giving him my license, the officer went on to claim I was doing at least 85 MPH. Then, he gave me the whole bit about how he can’t show me the radar. The officer proceeded to give me a ticket claiming it was a repeat offense, and that I needed to be thrown in jail.
I recorded all of this without him noticing. A few days later, I showed up at the courthouse to ‘pay’ the ticket. I managed to talk to the mayor, and I showed him the video of all of this.
Thanks to me, the officer got fired. Plus, I didn’t have to pay a $400 ticket from the crummy cop. Justice was served.”
Not That Kind Of Pot
“This incident happened about 10 years ago.
My mother had a large plant in a plastic pot, but it died. I took the pot full of dirt, put it in the trunk of my car, and took it home to replant something at my house. I forgot about it for a few weeks until I got pulled over for something.
The cop asked, ‘Do you know why I pulled you over?’
I smirked and replied, ‘Was it speeding, or was it because of the pot in my trunk?’
The cop pulled me out of the car and had me put my hands on the hood while I was searched. He then opened the trunk. The cop looked around, but he wasn’t happy with the contents inside. I got chewed out for ‘wasting his time.’
Not one single car passed during the search, so I couldn’t have been wasting too much of his time. To this day, I’ve always thought it was hilarious.”
“The Cops Started Busting People Left And Right”
“I used to live in a college town. One time, I went to a huge party. People had been hyping up the party for months, and hundreds of people showed up.
Cue the cops coming into the party, and they started busting people left and right. Unfortunately, many of the people at the party were underage. The cops handed out tickets to everyone drinking who wasn’t 21 or older.
One kid at the party got a scrap piece of paper and folded it into the shape of the ticket cops were handing out.
He sat on the front steps with his head in his hands repeating, ‘I can’t even believe this. My parents are going to kill me.’
The cops passed him right by. It was a genius idea. That kid was a legend.”
The Wasted Warrant
“Around two in the morning on a Saturday night, I was pulled over for suspicion of driving under the influence. However, I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol. The cop asked me to step out of the car, and they gave me a sobriety test. I passed with flying colors.
The cop asked if they could search the vehicle, and I responded, ‘Sure, you can search my car. But don’t look in the center console, you’ll need a warrant to look in there.’
After several hours sitting roadside, the cop finally produced a warrant from a judge.
The center console was empty the whole time. Let’s just say, the cop wasn’t pleased.”