nice policeman story

[jugglermatt1]

In the general mad rush and push of a Granadan Easter , the police and the illegal sellers have a game of hide and seek . As long as the police cant see them , then they can sell . Every now and then , the sellers grab everything and run off .The other day , a chinese woman selling silk scarves , ran off , dropping a few of her scarves , which were picked up by the policeman who she was running away from . He then had to run after her in order to give them back
All the people thought it wonderfull , and I felt quite emotional myself

[Peter Voice]

Very cool.

[le pire]

I used to ride my unicycle to class when I was at university in Paris. I lived across the street from the Senate and there was one cop there who told me it was "illegal to unicycle in front of the senate" and threatened me with a 2000 franc fine.

The other cops who worked there hated him because he was a jerk to everybody. As I would come wheeling around the corner they would signal to me if he was there - in which case I would dismount my uni. It became our little game until the jerk cop got transferred and I was free to unicycle in front of the Senate in peace and tranquility.


étienne

[Rex Boyd]

I'll never forget my first trip to Melbourne when I found out that the police were happy to play along with gags from the street performers. I saw this happen many times with several different performers. It seemed such a sensible thing to do to create a good will between the police and the public. Police in London have a reputation of friendliness amongst foreigners but amongst Londoners they are often seen as oppressive. American cops just scare the shit out of everyone. In Melbourne everybody seemed to love them. ( at least at that moment during the show anyway. )

Rex

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[Stretch]

&gt;American cops just scare the shit out of everyone.&lt; I have found again that generalisations are dangerous. I use a "Free Ticket" gag business card to good effect and freely ticket the police for "loitering". Most take it well, many enjoy the gag, and some want extras.

And some seem to be so intent on "searching for danger" in a benign environment, that they can't be bothered to let their ulcer heal. Yes, out of the dozens of cops I've interacted with, there have been a couple of losers. One cadet? guard? NOT a cop, at the Bolder Boulder race plagued me every year at the 6 mile mark of a 6.2 mile race. Well, last year I had my permission letter from the race director, and the jerk wasn't there! HA!

At a neighborhood event, I brought three dozen hand held wood stilts for everyone to play with. Forgot my camera. :&gt;( At one point there were about six cops all up on stilts at the same time!

And in 1999 at our Parade of Lights, I was feeling in great shape after all the training I had done for the marathon. I was a giant candy cane with the extra long arms. You can see a pic on my website.

Along comes a cop walking the wrong way - against traffic. On an impulse, I let him pass, took two giant steps, reached out and goosed him with my huge foam hands, turned on my heel and was GONE! The cop yelled, the crowd ROARED! I was in heaven! I goosed everyone in site that night!

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[scot]

I like yelling at cops through a megaphone(like "how does it feel to be on the other end?"), hiding from them for no apparent reason, laying face down with my hands on my head, yelling, "hey Ted, I got out... good behaviour"
Scot

[jester]

In 1996 I unicycled around the ring road of Salisbury in my Jesters outfit.

A policemen stepped out and comicly held up his hand and blew his whistle, waving me into the side.

I stopped. The policemand said in his Ealing Comedy Voice "Is this your vehicle Sir."

He then walked around the unicycle inspecting it. Examined every bell on my costume until he found one that didn't work and informed me that I was riding a cycle with a defective bell. He then took out his notebook. Wrote "gotcha" on one page as though he was writing a ticket and then tucked it under my hat and across my forehead.

The gathered crowd of pedestrians were delighted. He then whistled for me to be on my way and waived me off in a very pompous manner.

I thought he was brilliant.