Backseats Aren't Just for Sex Anymore...

So who here has been in the backseat of a police car?
I have. Twice. Not in a punitive way mind you. In a giving a statement kind of way.

Bloody uncomfortable. They have these glass walls that come down between the front and back seat. I'm assuming with like bulletproof glass. Anyhow, they severely cut into your knee space. I suggest sitting cross-legged back there.

So the second time I was in that situation wasn't very interesting. I had just been hit (by "I" I mean my car, not "me") by a crazy driver who took off, but was kind enough to leave his front license plate behind. No need to call CSI really.

The first time I had to do the statement thing though was kind of shocking. Hence a moderately cool story that's semi blog-worthy.

I was about 18ish and getting a ride home from work. It was winter and pretty dark. Anyhow, we were pulling out of the parking lot, stopped to make the turn when suddenly my (passenger side) door is jerked open. By a guy. Covered. In. Blood.

He wanted us to give him a ride. Can't remember where. That might have to do with the shock of being inches away from him. You know? The Guy? Covered in blood?

Anyhow, my ride wasn't going to take him anywhere. But she did offer to go back into work (I worked at a horse race track) and call the police. He may or may not have indicated that he had been stabbed. Again. Guy. Blood. Shock. Hazy.

So we called the police and they arrive fairly quickly. But by then the guy was gone. I felt all cool giving the police my statement thinking that I would of course be kept in the loop of what happened. Was he a murdered? Was he the victim? Was he a hero? I need to know!

Yeah, I'm still waiting for the police to call me. I'm sure it's on their To Do list.

It was briefly pretty exciting though. Definitely an interesting story to tell all my peeps.

So I wanna know, do you have any interesting police car/crime stories???