It Wasn’t Me: Tips for Getting the Law off your Back
Obviously the best tip on how to avoid arrest is “don’t do anything illegal,” but let’s face it. I am shocked when I find out that someone my age hasn’t had a brush with the fuzz. It’s like finding out someone hates fun: obviously thrills and chills are the only reason someone might get hassled by the cops. Or, you know, expired parking tickets. But paying bond is not exactly broke-ass friendly, so I am here to help you wiggle your way out of those pesky legal and fiscal mishaps. But please keep in mind that I am not a lawyer or a cop and you should not take my advice seriously by any means. I am just a girl who likes fun and occasionally has to hide in the bushes as a result. Ok. Let’s get it.
Pointing out idiocy will not help you.
My first encounter with the boys in blue happened when I was… 14? I was already rude as fuck back then and that did not work in my favor. See, this wasn’t even for anything actually harmful – I was out on a lake around 2 am or so, but I wasn’t even wyling that hard. I was there to take photos (I am a photographer in real life, when I am not thinking of bad advice to write on this website) of the lights skimming the water’s top and not smoking or drinking or fucking or doing anything that is Harming America’s Moral Character. Too bad that city has a goddamn curfew. And the lake closed at sundown.
Anyway. When I chose to indicate to the officer that what he was doing was, in fact, stupid and wasting resources that could be used in fighting real crime, he only got more irate and called my parents right up. Yikes. Consider me convinced, though: calling your officer a dumb pig will not improve matters.
If all else fails, play dumb. Really dumb.
It sucks to be a hapless moron. But sometimes, pretending to be ten IQ points away from drooling on yourself in public will get you home free because people generally feel bad for fools. In big cities, this means pretending to be a tourist. Say it with me now: “What? I didn’t know you couldn’t put your feet up on the subway. This big city is scary and I want to go home to Oklahoma.” My friend Mark came to visit me once, got bombed before we went out and proceeded to hop a turnstile in the 145th St. ABCD train station. My stomach knotted itself into origami when I heard the click of official sounding shoes and a low voice instruct him to keep his hands where he could see him. But Marky played a dumb tourist and got off with a tiny fine instead of getting arrested for being obliterated and clearly underage.
You could also pretend to be flustered and not know where you are or even pretend to be foreign. I’ve pulled that trick before. My last memory before falling down the stairs at Rocket Bar in DC is, upon being carded, slurring in a thick Russian accent that I “am not citizen” and that I “do not have driver’s license.” They let me in because I was full of clear liquid courage which is obviously endemic to the Slavic countries.
Just go with your gut
The most hilarious and ridiculous situation I have ever witnessed involving a near-arrest happened to my good friend Alex. She was bombed and leaving a bar in mid-Missouri, where there is an open container law, with a cup full of rum in her hand when she was stopped by a not-so-friendly member of the fuzz. He asked her what was in the cup, at which point she gestured at the apartment buildings next door to the bar and said, “it’s a plastic cup I filled with Diet Coke at home!” and he inquired about the telltale restaurant straw sticking out of it. Alex is a clever and high pitched girl. She looked at him and shrieked, I shit you not, “it’s to protect my TEEEETH!” He let her go.
The moral of the story is, most of the time this shit is a random thing. Do what feels right unless you are too gone to know what your name is. If that’s the case, shut your yap and do not say anything. And remember: whatever your excuse to get naked in public is, it will probably not be good enough. Put your pants back on.
Do you have any good tips on not getting cuffed when you’re clearly doing wrong?
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Okay, I actually do have advice on how to get out of a speeding ticket, but it only works at night. But if you use it at night, it works. It’s mixed in with a bunch of marketing advice, which you can maybe ignore, but the ticket advice has a 100% success rate so far. http://www.copylicious.com/2009/02/how-i-got-out-of-2-tickets-with-the-assumptive-close/
Here’s the gist: Turn on your overhead light immediately, as soon as you pull over. Put and keep your hands on the wheel. When they come up, smile and be relaxed. You have to truly be relaxed, not just pretending to be relaxed. Then, just assume they’re going to let you off with a warning. I swear this works every time. And not just because I’m a girl. I learned it from an old boyfriend who used to speed everywhere. Something about the magical overhead light hits their soft spot.
My college newspaper had an on-call lawyer because we (read: I) got lawsuits dropped on our heads pretty regularly. In one of our many conferences, he told me how to get out of a traffic ticket: Admit you were wrong. If you can humbly state in ten words or less what it is you were doing and why it was bad, they’ll let you off the hook. It’s gotten me out of two speeding tickets and one fix-it ticket to date.
Wait, didn’t you write for the Fish Rap Live? What on earth do you have to do to get a lawsuit aimed at FRL? Did you sacrifice a goat in a vegan restaurant while repping Fish Rap?
I rushed a sorority and wrote about it. Those girls take themselves way too seriously.
ha ha! the idea of frats and sororities in Santa Cruz still makes me laugh.