On a summer night, a police officer arrests a woman for drunken driving. After starting a physical altercation with the officer, she changes personalities and tries to make a deal involving sexual favors with the officer.
While on routine patrol one night (early morning), somewhere between the hours of 1:00 & 3:00am, I came across a car driving erratically down the road. I followed the vehicle for a short distance to see if the operator was impaired, or what I had witnessed was just a mistake caused by adjusting the radio, lighting a cigarette, etc.
The erratic driving continued and I stopped the vehicle. When I asked the female driver for her license and registration, I could tell she was impaired. Her speech was slurred, eyes glassy and bloodshot, and a strong odor of alcoholic beverages was coming from the vehicle as she spoke.
She asked, “WHY?” I explained what I had seen to her, and she began to protest. I repeated my request for her license and registration. After she handed the documents to me, I asked her to step out of and to the rear of her car. She complied, but not without protesting this also.
When we were behind her car she was still protesting and demanded to know why she had to get out of the car. I explained to her that I needed to give her some field sobriety tests because I believed that she was impaired by alcohol.
I gave her the first test, a verbal divided attention test, which she failed. When I explained the next test, to test her balance, coordination, and ability to understand and follow directions, she flipped into a crazy woman. She yelled something like, “That’s it! This is ridiculous! I’m not doing anymore of your fucking tests!” As she spoke, she started heading back to the driver’s side of her car, as though she thought she was just going to drive away or something.
As I walked toward her, I told her to get back to the rear of her car, and I believe she said, “Fuck you!” I took a hold of her arm to escort her back to the rear of the car. As she tried to pull away, she was screaming obscenities at me, and attempted to kick me. I advised her that she was under arrest and attempted to restrain her in order to put the silver bracelets on her.
She went wild; swinging and kicking at me while screaming like a mad woman. Within seconds we were wrestling in the middle of the roadway.
Once she was in custody, I placed her in the cruiser, and called for another officer to stay with her vehicle, which was going to be towed from the scene. While en route to the police station, she informed me that she was the wife of a police officer from a neighboring city. She yelled, “You cops are all alike! You are fucking assholes!” I promptly thanked her for informing me that I was doing a good job! As we continued the drive she called me such things as, “pig, asshole, cocksucker, no good fucking cop,” etc. I was quite fed up with her by this time, but continued to smile as we drove along. This only infuriated her more.
When we arrived at the station, I placed a phone call to her husband’s police department, identified myself, and asked, “Is _______ _____ working tonight?” The dispatcher responded, “No, he is not on duty tonight. Is there anyone else that could help you?” I asked to speak to the officer in charge.
When the officer in charge got on the phone, I said, “Guess who I have here?” As he laughed he said, “Who?” I told him, “ ______ ______’s wife!” “You mean ex-wife!” he said. “Well, that’s not what she tells me,” I explained. “What did she do now?” he asked.
I told him the story and asked, what would you like me to do with her? “You know what to do!” he said. What I knew was the police code (the phone line was recorded at the other department) telling me that I should give no breaks to this woman, which I had no intentions of doing anyway. A few minutes after I got off the phone, I went into the booking room and found that while I had been away, she must have come to the realization that she was under arrest and was going nowhere.
She started to approach me as I was filling out paperwork, and said, “Isn’t there some way we can work this out?” I asked her, “Work what out?” She responded, “You know, we can reach an agreement or something like that, so I can go home.” I sarcastically said, “I don’t think so!” As she spoke, she continued to approach me. She leaned up against me, grabbed my arm, smiled, and asked, “Can we take it out in trade?” “Nope, we can’t! Are you out of your mind, or what?” I asked.
She flipped back into the crazy woman personality, and started screaming obscenities at me again. I responded by promptly placing her in a holding cell. I told her that when she decided to behave, and act like an adult, she could come back to complete the booking process.
I was inspired to write this after reading the post, “Much Ado About a Chic in Pink Capris”, by JadeLondon.



