My parents were friends with a lot of police officers. My father was a Special Constable for a long time, and my mother ran a sort of open house for the local police. She'd always make them a cup of tea, and have some cake or biscuits on stand-by, so they could drop in if they were out our way (we lived in the middle of nowhere, pretty much, but there was a small rural station not too far away). So I had a few rides in police cars as a kid.
Once when I was taking part in a student protest while I was still in uni -- I didn't end up getting arrests :D -- and the other because my car broke down on the side of a very busy road about a mile from my house and a nice US policeman gave me a lift home.
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Date: 2019-01-20 01:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-01-21 06:39 pm (UTC)They were mean not to run the sirens for you though.
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Date: 2019-01-21 07:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-01-20 02:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-01-21 06:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-01-20 08:46 pm (UTC)Once when I was taking part in a student protest while I was still in uni -- I didn't end up getting arrests :D -- and the other because my car broke down on the side of a very busy road about a mile from my house and a nice US policeman gave me a lift home.
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Date: 2019-01-21 06:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-01-21 09:26 pm (UTC)My American friends say it must have been because he liked my accent. :D