In the interest of peace and fairness.
- Thread starter Ruger guy
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On first thought, it sounds like a great idea, considering the 'tone' of some recent threads.
But I'm afraid the posts would have to be monitored real close 'cause it seems like the majority of us here, have had some real negative experiences. And someone will be tempted to slip a 'bad one' in.
If it was me, I'd leave well enough alone...for a while.
Anyway, good luck...
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...defend the 2nd., it protects us all.
No fate but what we make...
But I'm afraid the posts would have to be monitored real close 'cause it seems like the majority of us here, have had some real negative experiences. And someone will be tempted to slip a 'bad one' in.
If it was me, I'd leave well enough alone...for a while.
Anyway, good luck...
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...defend the 2nd., it protects us all.
No fate but what we make...
Okay, I have one.
This happened a few years back, when I was 18 or 19 (I can't remember which). A friend of mine (19 years old at the time, I think) had gotten a hold of a sixer of Zima and a fifth of Jack Daniels, good 'ol number 7. Anyway, the only place we could think of to go with the stuff that wasn't too far from home was downtown a bit, somewhere around the University of Cincinnati. So my friend, my sister, and I packed into the car and headed off. This was after dark, and during a weekend, and we found an open and rather dark parking lot somewhere in or near the university. Our intention was to drink up in the car, and then wander around to the various places my friend knew about in that area. We fully intended to completely sober up before returning to the car, no matter how long it took. Although young and rather stupid, we nevertheless knew all too well NOT to drink and drive. Well, anyway, we reached a point where all but two of the Zimas were gone, and maybe one-third or so of the JD had been consumed when a police car showed up. To this day none of us remember whether it was the university police or the Cincinnati police...either way we thought for sure that we were screwed. Well, there was one male officer. He came up to the driver-side window, where my friend was sitting, for he had driven and it was his car. We were instructed to exit the vehicle, dump the booze, and my friend was given the standard roadside sobriety test, which, by the way, he failed, without a doubt. The entire time up till then the officer had acted in the manner of a true gentleman, and with nothing but strict professional courtesy. He instructed us that he would be taking possession of our keys for a while, and would return later in the night. In the meantime we did as we had planned before, meaning that we wandered, stopped into a couple fastfood places for food and drink, walked some more, checked out various buildings on campus, etc. Later, after we had more than sobered up, we returned to the car, and very shortly afterward, as promised, the officer returned with our keys, and again, acting in the most professional and kindly manner possible, returned our keys and bid us all a good night. Now, no doubt it helped in this situation that all of us acted in the best manner we could (being mostly drunk), and showed nothing but respect for the officer while acting in full compliance to his instructions. It may have also helped that we were rather clean-cut and dressed, if not nicely per se, at least in a decent manner, being the uptown kids we were
. Regardless, we were in clear violation of at least a couple laws, and were ripe for having our butts hauled in. But, as I said, it didn't happen. I am and have always been thankful for that officer and his conduct that night, not entirely because he let us off (though that was a HUGE relief!! 
), but mainly for his unwavering professional conduct.
This happened a few years back, when I was 18 or 19 (I can't remember which). A friend of mine (19 years old at the time, I think) had gotten a hold of a sixer of Zima and a fifth of Jack Daniels, good 'ol number 7. Anyway, the only place we could think of to go with the stuff that wasn't too far from home was downtown a bit, somewhere around the University of Cincinnati. So my friend, my sister, and I packed into the car and headed off. This was after dark, and during a weekend, and we found an open and rather dark parking lot somewhere in or near the university. Our intention was to drink up in the car, and then wander around to the various places my friend knew about in that area. We fully intended to completely sober up before returning to the car, no matter how long it took. Although young and rather stupid, we nevertheless knew all too well NOT to drink and drive. Well, anyway, we reached a point where all but two of the Zimas were gone, and maybe one-third or so of the JD had been consumed when a police car showed up. To this day none of us remember whether it was the university police or the Cincinnati police...either way we thought for sure that we were screwed. Well, there was one male officer. He came up to the driver-side window, where my friend was sitting, for he had driven and it was his car. We were instructed to exit the vehicle, dump the booze, and my friend was given the standard roadside sobriety test, which, by the way, he failed, without a doubt. The entire time up till then the officer had acted in the manner of a true gentleman, and with nothing but strict professional courtesy. He instructed us that he would be taking possession of our keys for a while, and would return later in the night. In the meantime we did as we had planned before, meaning that we wandered, stopped into a couple fastfood places for food and drink, walked some more, checked out various buildings on campus, etc. Later, after we had more than sobered up, we returned to the car, and very shortly afterward, as promised, the officer returned with our keys, and again, acting in the most professional and kindly manner possible, returned our keys and bid us all a good night. Now, no doubt it helped in this situation that all of us acted in the best manner we could (being mostly drunk), and showed nothing but respect for the officer while acting in full compliance to his instructions. It may have also helped that we were rather clean-cut and dressed, if not nicely per se, at least in a decent manner, being the uptown kids we were
. Regardless, we were in clear violation of at least a couple laws, and were ripe for having our butts hauled in. But, as I said, it didn't happen. I am and have always been thankful for that officer and his conduct that night, not entirely because he let us off (though that was a HUGE relief!! ), but mainly for his unwavering professional conduct.