Originally posted by: brxndxn
After having a few beers, my buddy and I were hungry. So, his girlfriend and I (she was completely sober) went to Taco Bell.
I was staring at her speedometer right when a police officer pulled us over. We were going 45 in a 45 and we were never higher than 47. The officer asked for her license and registration which she gave. She asked why she was pulled over and the officer said she was speeding. She said she was not and the officer said she was maybe going 60. She again said she was not speeding and I also said I was watching her speedometer and she was going 45.
The officer asked me if I had been drinking. I said, 'ya, I had a few beers.' He demanded my license. Oh noes.. I was over 21.. so sorry.
Then, the officer went back to his car and made us wait for about 10 minutes. Our food was getting cold. When the officer came back, I asked him for his badge number. He ignored me. I asked him again - and he told me to shut up. Being the persistent person that I am and never knowing when to quit, I shouted at him and said, "What is your badge number? This is a legal question." He had just got done telling us to wait yet another time while he went back to his car.
Maybe I leaned my head out of the window too far when I asked him.. but he told me to get out of the car. So, I did. Immediately, he pulled my arm behind me, forced it up (doesn't actually bend that way), and slammed me against her car. I hit my chin on the roof. He said something to the effect of 'this was for his own safety.' And, he searched me, pushed me against the car again, and told me to "get in the fvcking car."
By this time, another officer had joined. He showed up right when the first officer was throwing me against the car. He then talked to the first officer and I guess calmed him down. The first officer drove off in a huff. When I asked why he threw me against the car, the second officer said I never should have gotten out of the car...
Even from the second officer, I couldn't get enough information to file a complaint about the first officer. The whole damn thing left my arm sore and my chin bruised, my food cold, and my pride busted.