He Couldn’t Ignore This Reckless Driver
“I went on a field trip with my children, including my two-year-old daughter, to the pumpkin farm a few years back. It was all mommies and one other guy beside me. I gravitated towards him and we started chatting. We all got on the local public bus to go to the Pumpkin farm. The driver of the bus was insane. He drove about 20 miles per hour over the speed limit, ran 2 red lights, and ended up slamming on the brakes to avoid an accident on the second red light, launching my daughter into the back of the seat in front of her. She was alright but cried hysterically. When we stopped I had one of the mommies get off with my kids and went up to the driver and started ripping into him. I was ready to fight I was so mad.
I suddenly hear a calm voice from behind me say ‘I’ll handle this.’ I turned around to the other dad holding a badge. He then asks the driver for his driver’s license.
Turns out the other dad was a highway patrolman. The driver was terminated.”
Trading Spaces (In Jail)
“I witnessed this at the sheriff’s department in Reno, NV. A guy came in to post a bail for his wife. Pulling in the parking lot, he cursed out another vehicle driven by an older white-hair lady. He called her all the names in the book just because she wasn’t moving fast enough or something. The old lady just happens to be the head-nurse, beloved and cherished by all the deputies that work there, she was just coming in for work on the night shift. Next, Mr. Knucklehead decides to start yelling at the cashier who is taking the bail money.
At this point, two deputies go to see what the problem is. They decided to give him a breathalyzer. The result was a 0.12 (way over the legal limit of 0.08). They run his record and find out this was his third time driving under the influence. That means automatic jail time and revocation of the driver’s license. He literally crossed path with his wife as she was being released and he was being put away for the mandatory third punishment.”
They Were Just Catching Up But This Guy Was Looking For Trouble
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“I was at a bar having some wings and meeting up with my friend Dan, who I hadn’t seen in a while. We’re sitting at the bar, having a good time generally, and my friend reaches for his drink and accidentally bumps his elbow into this guy who suddenly stepped up next to him. Even though it’s barely a tap, Dan being the respectful and polite guy he is apologizes for it. The guy he bumped went full nutjob on him, ‘Oh, come on man! You did that on purpose you’re lucky I don’t bust your teeth in, idiot.’ Dan shrugs it off and dude kinda steps away steaming.
We finish our wings up, shoot a game of pool, and then decide we’re gonna wander town for a bit and catch up. So, we step out the back door of the place and as soon as we get into the parking lot, the prick from earlier comes out too.
‘Oh, you thought you’d get away without payback? You were wrong!’
Dan responded, ‘Look, man, I apologized, it was an accident, I don’t know what else you want me to say.’ Dan kept his cool nicely. I should note Dan is a Marine, and the reason I hadn’t seen him in a while is he had just returned from deployment.
Anyway, the prick gets this stupid grin and picks up a chunk of concrete from the curb and starts walking towards Dan saying ‘Oh, what? Not so tough now are you?’
Dan backs up, hands at chest level repeating he doesn’t want any trouble. I’ve already got my weapon out, but not aimed at the prick yet. But, when he kept advancing on Dan I shouted ‘Hey!’ at him. The prick turns to me and says, ‘What’re you gonna do man? You’re gonna shoot me? Good luck buddy! You’ll get charged, for using a lethal weapon on an unarmed man!’
I told him, ‘You’re not unarmed. You’re wielding a weapon with intent.’
‘Am not! You have a weapon, I won’t go down for it because concrete ain’t a weapon! I know the laws better than you think you do!’, He yelled.
At this point, I reached back with my left hand, grabbed my wallet, and held it open to him showing him my badge.
‘Wanna try this conversation again?’
He started apologizing and freaking out while Dan called the local cops. They came pretty quick after this prick and I had agreed if he sat his butt down and kept his hands in sight I would lower my weapon as I didn’t have my cuffs on me.
When the locals came they explained he’s been doing this kind of thing since middle school.”
That’s One Way To Find Out The Truth About Your Friend
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“I went to college in Wilmington, NC from 1998-2002. Directly across the street from one of the classroom buildings on the edge of campus was a bank. During the summer of 2000, it was robbed five different times, roughly every three weeks.
The robber would time the robbery so that he would get the cash and run into the UNCW building as classes were getting out. He’d pick up a book bag he had stashed and disappear into the crowd of students. Genius, it worked like a charm.
Until the day he robbed the bank and the old man dressed in fishing gear behind him in line happened to be a retired Green Beret. The old guy walked up behind him and stabbed him with his fishing knife. Not enough to kill him, but enough to make it a certainty that the robber would have to go to the hospital to attend to his wound at some point. And that’s how he was caught.
Turns out, the robber was my friend Turtle, who would drive down from Greensboro to stay with some mutual friends every three weeks. Turns out Turtle was coming in town on Thursday, robbing the bank on Friday, partying with us for the weekend, then retreating back to UNCG with his $5,000. It never occurred to us before this that the timing of the robberies coincided with his visits.”
The Worst Dine And Dash Ever
“So I worked at a buffet in a bad neighborhood, and occasionally they would get people who would dine and dash. One particularly busy lunch hour, I was at the window section and had just finished clearing up with my work mate. There are three sections in the buffet and two servers per section, so about six servers, four busboys, hosts, bar staff, buffet staff running food and so on.
There’s a group of about four kids in the section near the bathrooms past the buffet, farthest from the windows and front door where I am. One of them hands the server in that section a debit card and when she turns around to get to the machine they try booking it for the door. Emphasis on try. Remember it’s a crowded restaurant and they had to go past two sections, the buffet and the front cashier. Only two got to the door.
Now you may think okay two out of four isn’t bad, but there happened to be two cops with cars talking to a woman outside. I don’t what happened to her, but she had been upset and talking to them for about an hour. We all chase the two thieves out the door, see the cops and shout that they didn’t pay.
One cop took off on foot the other hopped in the car and tore after them. As well as large gentleman built like a football player who had just come out of the grocery store next door. He dropped his groceries and took off after the little thieves as well. They came dragging them back by the ear and had to call their parents to pay for their meal.
The parents were apologetic to us and paid for the meal, a couple of the fathers looked ready to tear their kids a new one. I honestly felt bad for the parents, but the method of capture was epic.”
Maybe He Was Just Really Hungry
“I am a police officer in one of the smaller cities surrounding Jackson, Mississippi. While on my way home one night I decided to hit the drive-thru at McDonald’s.
There were two cars already in the drive-thru and one more showed up around the same time as me. So as the other car and I enter the drive-thru using the proper route, this idiot decides he’s going to try to cut in on us. The car in front of me attempts to pull forward and not let this lazy dude into the line. The guy starts yelling out of the window ‘move your car, I’ll beat you up,’ etc etc. Now I’m watching this thinking this guy is an absolute lunatic. I couldn’t believe it. The car pulls forward and successfully blocks him out of the line.
At that point, this crazy dude exits his truck and grabs his tire iron from the back and starts going to town on this guy’s front end. There is plastic and stuff flying everywhere. When I see the tire iron, I hop out of my car but not in time to stop the damage. I’m in plain clothes but I have my badge on a chain and my leg holster on. I didn’t have my taser strapped on so I draw my weapon on him and yell the standard orders at him.
The look on this fellas face almost looked like he’d seen a ghost. He nearly froze mid-swing. He can’t believe he just did that in front of a cop. I call for backup, file a report, and the guy gets arrested. I gave him assault creating fear, destruction of property, obstructing traffic and disorderly conduct.
My town’s pretty quiet so it’s not too often I make an arrest, but this one was the sweetest one I’ve had in a long time. Most of them are driving under the influence or somebody being rude at waffle house, that kind of small-town stuff.”
They Came To Check In At The Perfect Time
“I’m an officer for what is essentially the UK’s version of America’s SWAT team. One day, a colleague and I were driving through a reasonably large town that we work in around midday. We were in plain clothes and an unmarked car. There had been loads of jewelry shop robberies recently so we were going along checking that everyone was okay. We pulled up and entered one of the stores to chat to some of the people we know. My colleague went out the back to check some CCTV when a rather large gentleman entered the shop with a long coat on.
He handed the assistant a note that read ‘I hav a weapon, don’t make me angry, I will shoot you, giv me all your jewels.’ That is how he spelled it. The assistant shrieked which put the guy off. Next thing he knew he was face down on the floor with a glock muzzle to the back of his neck. Never before have I seen a grown man cry as much as he did.”
This Situation Escalated Very Quickly
“A few months back I was leaving drill (Army National Guard) and was still in uniform with one of my buddies, a fellow NCO named Russ. Normally I don’t make any stops on the way home because I don’t like being out in public with my uniform on but today was an exception. Going off of little sleep and in need of an energy drink or two and a pack of smokes to get where I needed to go, I stopped at a gas station. My buddy and I go in and commence browsing their fine selection of drinks and discussing the various merits of each option.
A few minutes later this white trash wannabe gangster enters the store and goes about doing what he apparently does best. He grabs a 12-pack, a lighter, and some chips before blatantly trying to cut in front of four or five other people. No one protests for some reason but the clerk does ask him to go the back of the line. He immediately becomes belligerent and starts yelling and threatening people. The clerk asks him to calm down and says she will call the police unless he leaves. He just gets angrier and says, ‘You ain’t gonna call anyone!’ He’s already drawn the attention of my friend and I. Without a word, we set our stuff down and approach him. Being the bigger and stronger one I approach him from behind while Russ goes around to flank him. This is how our interaction went down.
Me: ‘Hey buddy, why don’t you calm down and do what the lady says, you’re making this situation a little difficult.’
Prick: ‘Why don’t ya mind your own business there, soldier boy,’ he says once he turns around.
Me: ‘I’d like to, sir, but you’re threatening people here and I’m not going to stand for it.’
The guy smirked, set his stuff down and tried to crack his knuckles (seriously, who does this?) and says ‘I’m gonna beat ya, no one tells me what to do!’
Russ: ‘I wouldn’t advise that sir, we are more than capable of defending ourselves and detaining you until the police show up.’
At this point, the clerk was calling the police and giving them our location.
Prick: ‘You [n-word]!’ He yells and swings on Russ. Thankfully Russ is a quick guy and stepped back just in time to avoid the blow.
I grabbed his free arm and pinned it to his back as I put him on the ground. He starts screaming, making threats, and then starts crying about how he can’t go back to jail and that he has warrants. Russ and I started laughing. I know, it’s kind of a horrible but the way he went from tough guy to begging was too funny. Plus we’re your typical disturbed combat veterans so we’ll laugh at most anything anyway. A few minutes later the police show up and start doing their thing. The guy made some claims we attacked him for no reason but the various witnesses and cameras pretty much proved him to be lying. We hung around for a bit, made our statements, paid for our stuff, and then scooted on out of there. Oh, and on a side note after talking to the arresting officer, we found out he had warrants out for assault and domestic abuse.”
They Tried To Break Into The Wrong Car
“I am friends with a guy whose father is in FBI SWAT in LA. He told me this story once:
He and his unit were dispatched to bring in a wanted felon and assist with a bust. His unit gears up and loads into an unmarked white van (tinted windows), wearing full SWAT gear. They are parked a few blocks away from where the deal is going down waiting to be called in. Two men approach the vehicle and proceed to attempt to break in and steal it.
My friend’s father, who is in the passenger seat, throws his door open, knocking one of the guys down, gets out with his MP5 and points it at the guy (who is now on the ground). He says, ‘FBI, you’re under arrest.'”
Stopping A Crime Got A Little Confusing
“My dad was a cop, there were a few times he told me he stopped some crimes in progress when he was off-duty. Once was when he was walking to his girlfriend’s apartment. He sees two guys at the back of some apartment. They are breaking into the house. He used to always carry off duty. He runs into the Dunkin Donuts right there and calls 911, tells them what’s going on, says he’s a cop, what he’s wearing exactly (he worked narcotics and anti-crime around then so he looked like a perp). Then he tells them that he a going to stop the burglary in progress.
He goes into the backyard and one of the guys is halfway through the basement window, the other is already inside. He grabs the guy by his belt and rips him out of the window. In doing so the guy got a good kick, hit my dad in the face, and gave him a bloody nose. He hit him a couple times to subdue him and then handcuffs him to a fence pole.
The other guy takes off as soon as the altercation started, obviously because my dad said ‘police freeze!’ He actually spots the guy and begins chasing him. Cops show up about now and see two guys running, one has a weapon (my dad). They stop my dad thinking he was the robber. They cleared that up right away and caught the other guy. Apparently, they were wanted in a ton of robberies/burglaries.”
“If Karma Is Real, It Certainly Got This Guy”
“Before college, I moved around a lot due to my dad being an FBI agent. At this particular time, my family and I lived in Las Vegas, and let’s just say my dad was a VERY high-level exec at the office there. This is a man in his 50s who is far beyond his field work days but always insists on carrying his secondary.
One day he’s just getting some gas at a gas station when he sees a very excited woman come out of the convenience store. She had apparently just hit the jackpot at the gas station slots (yes, they are everywhere in Las Vegas). The woman enters the bathroom around the side of the building, and after a little while, my dad hears screaming and struggling. He rushes around to see what’s happening and catches a man running out of the women’s bathroom.
My dad immediately draws his weapon from his ankle holster, yells ‘Stop, FBI!’ He gets the guy on the ground with his hands on his head, then cuffs and arrests him. The man was indeed robbing the woman of her winnings and got hauled off by the police. For those of you who don’t get the same weight of this that I do, this type of situation is incredibly uncommon for FBI agents, especially for senior execs. Anyway, what bad luck for the mugger to have an FBI agent arrest him immediately after committing the crime. If karma is real, it certainly got this guy. Serves him right.”
“Ready Mode Is No Joke”
“My dad was a fireman for about forty years. Around 1992, my little sister, my dad and I were on an airplane when there was an altercation. A probably mentally ill dude had thrown a pot of hot coffee on a flight attendant. Then he started swinging something around at the other passengers. So my dad gets up with two other ‘ready mode’ passengers. I kid you not my dad knocked the dude right off his feet and about three rows backward. Out cold. They tied him up with belts and held him down until we landed. I was like like seven and totally amazed.
We got free airfare on Southwest for a year or two if I recall correctly. ‘Ready mode’ is no joke. I just distinctly remember that all the other passengers were just yelling, not even getting out of their seats, and my dad and the other two or three guys just stood up, made eye contact with one another, and moved. Just like that and then all of a sudden it was over.”