Ever had the cops called on you?

I haven't yet but I expect it any time. A day care center just opened three doors over from my house. I figure sooner or later some overly politically correct sheeple soccer mom is going to see me going between the house and shop out back with a big Bowie knife in my hand and freak out.
 
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I find that people who call the cops and then play loud music deserve payback. Organize a Hammer in at your place, complete with a pig roast, and if you have one in your area a Pipe band(Bagpipes). Ask them if you can use their front yard for a fire pit and see what looks you get. Good luck.
 
A fun thing might be to check your local ordinances for noise regulations. A lot of the ones that I have seen don't have strict no-noise rules for things like work related noise like jackhammers,etc. or lawn equipment like they do for car stereos and such. I looked at few ordinances in Texas recently which said jackhammers, lawnmowers, leaf blowers, etc. cannot be operated between 10PM and 6AM. So, if you have a pinhead neighbor who calls the police on you, make sure you abide by the law........by running your power hammer from 8-10PM on school/work nights and from 6-8AM on weekends.:D
 
I get the cops called on me for my day job on a regular basis. I'm a real estate appraiser, and part of the job is taking comp photos - that is, photos of houses that have recently sold, but are now not under any sort of sale situation, so the new owners are generally not expecting some random guy to drive by at low speed, whip out a camera and take a photo.

Local PD's have never had a problem once I explain what I am doing and why. So long as I am not deliberately pointing my camera into someone's window, I'm in public, on a public road, all is well, but I get the call every few months.

I live in the middle of nowhere, so nobody can hear me forging, so I generally don't get trouble over that.
 
I have one. My wife and I were both gone one day. I was making calls to customers in my local area and my wife was in a meeting at her real estate office. We had a housekeeper that stopped in once per month to do the heavy cleaning (moving furniture, scrubbing floors, windows, walls, etc.) He was hispanic and his english was horrible. He had a friend that helped out sometimes that spoke a little better english. My wife had hidden the key to the house outside and told our housekeeper where it was.

Well, his english was so poor that he had trouble finding it. He was walking around our house looking everywhere for it. The neighbor kid (who in the past has broken into our car, stole UPS packages off of neighborhood porches at Christmas time, shot the window out of my car with a BB gun, etc.....trust me, the kid is a loser) saw our housekeeper looking for the key and called the police to report a prowler. The police show up, by which time our housekeeper had found the key and was in the house with his friend cleaning. They called my wife, who in turn called me. I was only 5 minutes from home when I got the call and told her to tell them I'd be home shortly.

Well, I get home and there are two cruisers out front of my house and the police have our housekeeper and his friend seperated. I told them who he was and that they were allowed to be there and just had trouble finding the key we had left for them. Turns out, the police were interrogating our housekeeper and he couldn't understand them. His friend tried to translate and was speaking spanish. Neither of the two officers spoke spanish, so they wouldn't let them talk in spanish to each other (just in case they were planning some kind of escape, or attack on the officers). I guess the one officer was pretty mean to our housekeeper when he tried to get things translated so that he could understand their questions.

When I got there, our housekeeper was visibly shaken and crying (poor kid). He's a great housekeeper and a really nice kid. All ended up well in the end. I told his friend to please tell him that we think he's a great housekeeper and hope that this incident doesn't stop him from being our housekeeper.

Funny part was, that after the kids went back to cleaning our house, I found out from the officers who had called them. I said, "Don't you find it ironic that the little criminal across the street is the one that called you?" The officer told me, that it did cross their mind. They know the neighbor kid really well, since one of them took him away in handcuffs one day (for the UPS thing), while I stood our front and applauded. I was told that day that it wasn't polite and should go into my house and not interfer.

I can't wait to move!
 
Scott,

Sounds like you need a cipher lock box for those keys!

I haven't had the cops called on me that I can remember. But work private security for a few years, especially the nightclub thing, and then try to explain to the background investigator for the police department what you were doing on this night, on that night, on this night, on that night... Fortunately I remembered that the ADW was a night at The Rusty Duck in Sacto when a lady caught her husband out with another woman and tried to run him over with the car.
 
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Scott,

Sounds like you need a cipher lock box for those keys!

I haven't had the cops called on me that I can remember. But work private security for a few years, especially the nightclub thing, and then try to explain to the background investigator for the police department what you were doing on this night, on that night, on this night, on that night... Fortunately I remembered that the ADW was a night at The Rusty Duck in Sacto when a lady caught her husband out with another woman and tried to run him over with the car.
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Got a lock box for it now.
 
Here's one I just remembered... not terribly proud of it but what the heck... years ago, there was a new tenant in my apt. building. He was 19 at most and apparently thought since his mommy paid his security deposit, he could do whatever he wanted. Well, I put my kid to bed (she was only a baby then) and then this yahoo came home drunk with a passel of friends and proceeded to make a heckuva ruckus in the front yard. I went down and asked them to calm down or xxxx off... him and his 4 pals had beer muscles and encouraged me to do something about it. Okay, fine :D

(This is the part I'm not so proud of) I went back upstairs and selected a nice spare guitar neck (I used to build and customize guitars). Bear in mind, this was a select piece of curly maple with a steel truss-rod down the middle of it, not something I'd want to be thumped with... went back down and asked them if they were ready to shut the xxxx up or leave... they scattered.

The cops showed up not long after, said some "poor innocent kids" had called in, saying I "threatened 'em with a baseball bat for no reason" and could they look around my apartment for weapons? Yeah, no problem, I let them in and showed them the drawer where my knives were. Also mentioned "keep your voice down, officers, my kid's asleep." They never looked twice at the stack of necks and other various guitar parts in the back room.

The dipstick kid was evicted by the end of the month for various other reasons.

Moral of the story? I probably shouldn't have gone all vigilante... but well, y'know. My daughter slept through the night because I spooked those xxxx-heels off the block. I asked 'em nice the first time, but... I'm not one to ignore idiocy or suffer fools gladly, and dang sure not one to be intimidated by punk-xxx kids. No one got hurt, so it's all good. In my experience, cops have mostly been pretty fair to me.
 
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