Not usually how I respond to the police...
Friday morning (we're talking about early morning, as in around 1:30 AM) was a first (and hopefully a last) for me. I ran (or drove quickly) away from a Davis County Sheriff. I don't make it a habit of running from cops, especially Sheriffs, but this was the exception.
Before you go and condemn me to whatever painful afterlife you believe in, let me explain.
Thursday night around 11:00 PM, my boyfriend and I got into a dramatic, intense...shall we say...discussion. Since we were both upset, and since talking on the phone instead of in person was making it worse, I decided that I would drive over to his house. I knew that he would say no if he knew my plans, so I didn't tell him until I was on the road. Unfortunatly, he heard my car in the background, and told me that if I came, it (meaning the relationship) was over.
So I pulled off the side of the road, and though I was in a residential area, it was dark (no street lights), so I kept my headlights on, and there were a lot of trees around. For the next hour and a half, I tearfully tried to convince my boyfriend that the relationship was worth something.
At around 1:30 AM, I saw out of the corner of my eye, a white SUV head up the street in the opposite direction that I was facing. Since I was otherwise occupied, I didn't think much of it, until I saw it in my rearview mirror, pulling up behind me. That scared me. I was alone, had no weapons, (I'm not one to carry a gun around, or a knife, or even a nail file.) and didn't have much way to defend myself against the homocidal maniac that I knew was behind me. So I did the only thing that I knew to do. As soon as I saw the door open, I gunned away, and turned off that street onto the next right, all at a breakneck speed. When I saw the car following me, I accelerated even more, and again turned onto another street.
I watched as the car behind me turned also, and as I was about to attempt a U-turn (going about 40 MPH) the red and blue lights came on. I was mortified. I told my boyfriend (who was still on the phone) that it had been a cop following me, and then I told him to hold on. I rolled down my window, and started digging through my purse looking for my driver's license.
The cop, who turned out to be a woman, came up to my door, and as she shined her flashlight in my eyes, the first thing I said was, "You scared me to death!" Wrong thing to say to a cop. She immediatly became suspicious (even more-so than she already was) and asked me why in the world I would be scared of a police car. I tried to explain that I had been on the phone, and had been upset, thus the fact that it hadn't registered that it was a police SUV pulling up behind me. She didn't seem to understand, and went on for a few minutes about how she didn't understand why I would be scared. She mentioned the fact that she had turned on her cop lights (which I guess are two white lights on the top of the vehicle) and I told her that I wasn't aware that cop vehicles had such a thing. (I dont' get pulled over that often, once is my record.)
After the interrogation of why I was scared, she went on to ask me if I had been drinking. I blinked up at her in surprise. Did I sound drunk? I had been keeping eye contact with her, and since I definetly hadn't been drinking, there wasn't any smell, so why did she ask me that? She caught my confused look, and told me it was "just a question." I told her politely that no, I hadn't been drinking, nor have I ever. Then she asked my age, and asked me where I lived. I told her 19, and up on Mountain Road (which was a little less than a mile away.)
At that point I offered her my license, and insurance, and losing interest in her kill (that's what it seemed like), she told me she didn't need to see anything, and then told me to have a good night. (As if.) And that was the end of that.
Thinking back on it, I have some questions.
How are people supposed to know that those two white lights (not beamers) at the top mean that the vehicle is a cop? I have seen many SUV's that aren't cops with such lights. How were these any different?
Why didn't she ask for any identification?
Why did it mystify her about the fact that I was scared when it was obvious that I was young, and apparently unarmed?
So that was my experience (deep voice) RUNNING FROM THE COPS!