Caught by the fuzz
Twas 1993 or 94 and I was enjoying an interesting time with my then girlfriend in my mum's car (mine was being serviced and she had kindly let me borrow hers (before I get any grief from you lot)) in a quiet beachside car park at about midnight when another car pulls up alongside. Cue much scrambling, swearing, righting of seats and doing up of zips. Tap on window and a policeman asks that we wind the window down.
"Is this your car, sir?"
"No" (Oh bugger......here we go methinks)
"Then why are you sitting in it in a deserted car park in the middle of the night with this young lady?"
"Erm,.................(time passes).... I was too tired to drive and didn't want to wreck my mum's car so thought I would have a quick kip first." (Please please please be nice to me!!!)
"And your lady friend here is she tired too?"
"Erm,........(more time passes)......she's not insured for this car."
"Well sir, you look refreshed now, don't you think it might be a good idea to drop her home?"
"Yes officer, I think you might be right." My heart stopped beating quite so fast some hours later. My mum would have killed me.

Similar situation happened when I was rolling a joint in the car parked in an out of the way clifftop car park with my mate who shall remain nameless and a set of headlights appear in the rear view. You will never see two teenagers move so fast to hide weed and apparatus under a car chair (of all the places!!). Nearly passed a brick as they pulled up alongside. Looked at us, probably decided we were young gay lovers or similar and just drove off.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Thu 3 Jun 2010, 18:19, Reply)