The Transit Cop Confrontation Experience Thread

[Locke]

In order not to derail the other thread, I thought we could post our transit cop stories in here.

Seeing as how they're turning into some sort of private army to beat down rebellious transit passenger we may as well reminisce about the good old days because it seems that they are no longer taking crap from anyone and they've begun taking prisoners.

Mine:

A few years ago during the summer I had a bunch of buddies over at my house working on my car and, as car projects go, we get kind of liquored.

At one point a friend calls us and asks if we want to meet up at the Black Swan, we decided that this would be a great idea, but an even better idea would be to buy one of those Molson Canadian cooler backpacks.

So, we strap this backpack to my friend and hit the open transit stations of our fair town preparing to run amok and cause havoc. It was later in the evening on a Saturday, nothing special going on, we hit up the C-Train with our beer in tow, casually drinking.

Now, when we got on the train we were pretty hammered, but not doing anything insane, just minding our own business, but we happened to sit beside some kids who must have just come from a concert or something, a guy and a girl who couldnt have been more than 14 and they had their 10 year old brother with them.

Needless to say though, drunken me tends to make an unmistakable entrance onto a C-Train with a backpack full of beer and a head start. Anyways, my friends started instantly went insane, these are guys that are the best of friends who can randomly start beating the crap out of each other for no apparent reason, and they're huge, like 250 pounds each.

So they basically got up and started a Royal Rumble on a moving train. Us and these 3 kids are the only ones in this car and you should have seen the fear in their eyes, their immature minds wondering what they may have done in their short lives to have deserved to go down like this.

Now, these guys outweigh me by a lot, so I tend not to get involved in battle royales, but the little kid was beginning to freak out, and who could blame him? His brother (I'm guessing) couldn't calm him down but they were all too scared to move away.

So, I move from my bench to sit next to him, moving him against the glass and keeping myself between him and the two drunken gladiators. I lean over and told him he should kick their asses for being idiots on a public train and in minutes he had moved over and I had this kid kicking my friends as they fought on the seats beside him and he was having the time of his life, his brother was relieved that today was not the day they were going to die after all.

Anyways, as the train pulls into Southland station those two were still trying to kill each other and a transit cop standing on the platform sees two guys fighting, one of whom is wearing a beer backpack, and me casually drinking a beer, so its all hands on deck this guy is on his radio and I was fortunate because I saw him.

Being smaller and fitter, I grab the beer and prepare to make a run for it. I break up the guys and tell them that this is our stop and we gotta cheese it because the C Pig is going to crucify us if his fat waddling ass catches us, and we have to watch out for his partner whom I'm presuming he just radioed.

The one advantage Southland has is that its essentially in a residential neighborhood, so as the train is slowing down we're at the doors getting ready to run, I give all of the now hysterically laughing kids a high-five and tell them not to grow up to be like me, and prepare for a low-speed pursuit.

The guy was quickly approaching our door and I knew that if he was at the door before the train stopped then this was going to be a real short trip, so I went back to the kids and decided to use them to aid and abbett me in our getaway. I had them wait at the far door closer to the transit cop, and told them to open the door and act hysterical, just go insane saying these crazy people attacked you to make him stop and buy us the couple of seconds we needed to get out, get a head start and cross the parking lot and get into the neighborhood.

It worked like a charm, those 3 kids stalled him for the couple of seconds we needed while we bolted from the train, and then the little kid screamed "FREEDOM!!" as we were making our escape. As soon as that happens Transit Cop knows hes been had and he goes for his radio but we were gone. The funny thing was that his partner never did show up, I dont know where the other one was.

And that is my story about how 3 brave young men confronted the fascist KGB-esque Transit Authority and won!

[MelBridgeman]

She said she was 25..

[CaptainCrunch]

When I first started out in the army reserves, we ended up doing the final 3 weeks of our basic training in the field up at Wainwright. We basically went 2 days without sleep, and it poured so we ended up running through the mud, on our last day they ran us to a good threat and then ran us through the tear gas chamber. Because we finished and messed around so much on completion we didn't get a chance to stop at the barracks or take a shower before they bussed the whole smelly lot of us back to Calgary.

I just wanted to go home, and I didn't have a clean set of combats and my folks were working so I dragged all of my kit and my sweaty muddy tear gassed self onto the LRT to to go home. An LRT cop at the time came on to the train to check for tickets, he got within 10 feet of me, took a deep breath, turned green and projectile vomited. Stupid fool, I was the only one on that car for a reason.

[RougeUnderoos]

I've only dealt with a transit cop once, and I got "the dumb one".

I didn't have a ticket. I had planned on buying a ticket, but I was running late and the train rolled into the station and I had to run to catch it. If I took the time to buy a ticket, I was going to miss the train and be late for work. So I weighed the options and hopped on the train, sans ticket, figuring "what are the odds". Well, the odds were apparently against me.

Anyway, this guy pulls me off the train and I explain the situation. I even show him the fistful of change I was planning on using to buy a ticket. He just couldn't grasp the concept.

Him: "Why don't you have a ticket".
Me: "I didn't have time, I needed to get on this train or I'd be late".
Him: "You know, it's illegal to be on here without a ticket".
Me: "I know, but had to get on this train. I didn't have time"
Him: "You need a ticket, it doesn't matter how long it takes".
Me: "I know, but I had to get on this train. You asked me why I don't have a ticket and that's the reason".
Him: "The ticket dispenser is right on the platform. If you wanted to use it there is plenty of time.
Me: "The train was leaving and I had to get on it. I didn't have time."

On and on it went. Then, because I was late, I didn't even have ID on me. The only thing I had was my security card for work, which did have my name and picture on it, but nothing else. No address or anything. This necessitated a call to HQ. It was too complex a problem for him to deal with himself.

After standing there for 10 minutes I said "look, I'll tell you the truth and give you my real address and information and I'll pay the ticket". He apparently believed me because he took it all at my word. I gave him the real address, I know for sure, because they kept mailing me the ticket. I don't remember what I gave him for my birthday or even if I had too. I threw the ticket in the garbage and moved away from that place a few months later, so the situation has been resolved.

[Khel]

I remember this one time...

Transit Officer asked me for my ticket. So I showed him my ticket.

He continued on down the train.

[TSXCman]

i got a $200 or so ticket on the Flames cup run after one of the games. the train was leaving from the dome, i didnt want to wait for the next one so i ran for the train and the doors closed1 second too soon. i slapped the glass once and turned around to have 2 train cops grasping an arm each. They gave me a ticket asap, and kept threatening to call the cops for me being so drunk. i Just took the ticket and jumped onthe next train

[GrrlGoalie33]

Originally Posted by RougeUnderoos

I threw the ticket in the garbage and moved away from that place a few months later, so the situation has been resolved.

Don't be so sure about that...they issue arrest warrants for unpaid transit tickets...

[Khel]

Love the tags in this thread, classic!

[flylock shox]

I think this thread should be reentitled "Cheesing it from the C-Pigs."

[burn_this_city]

Once I was riding the train from Victoria park to Anderson like I did everyday in grade 12. There was a extremely hammered native fellow on the train falling into a bunch of older ladies, and generally making everyone uncomfortable. One of them got fed up when he tried to use her as a pole to hold onto when the train was rolling into 39th ave. She hits the help button and the driver comes scurrying down the car and shuffles him off. Two transit cops who happened to be on the opposing platform come over and grab the guy. They are in the midst of calling for backup ect outside, when a kid on a skateboard goes rolling by. Now nothing upsets those fellas more than punkass skater kids. They both go waddling after the kid and leave the native fellow to his own drunken devices. He starts to make a slow staggering escape when he walks right into a glass bus shelter. Hits it face first and goes down in a heap. I swear not a single person on the train didnt laugh. It was priceless. As soon as the transit cops noticed/heard they went rushing back and grabbed the guy. He was all disoriented and looking pretty alarmed at what had transpired.

[RW99]

My only experience was when I was 14. I had been buying monthly passes for June and July as I was working all summer. August 1 of course the "c-pigs" were on the train. When I saw them get on the train I looked into my wallet and I started balling my eyes out as any immature kid might do when he doesn't want to get into trouble. I remember crying as they looked at my last two months passes in my wallet and they let me go. No one on the train would look at me.

I don't remember much about it, probably because I suppressed it.

[Dan02]

to me it's pretty cheap to be out patroling for transit passes on the first of the month.

[Lucifer]

I remember one time I had bought a ticket at the Marlborough c-train station, but somehow ended up losing it before I got on the train. Just so happened a transit cop was in the same car, and was checking for tickets. Of course, I didn't have mine, and I explained to him the situation and that at the next stop, I'd get another ticket. Next stop I get off, buy my other ticket, and get back on the train without any problems.

That's my only experience with the transit cops.

[lifer]

About 7 years ago I was riding the Train from SAIT to the SpeakEasy. It was a pretty long ride, during which, beers were consumed. A couple of my friends were acting like jerkoffs on the train; they were swearing loudly and hanging from those single grip handles. We did not see a single Transit Cop. By the time we reached our stop a couple of us had an urgent need to pee. We jumped off of the train and ran across the tracks in front of it. The lights were flashing, indicating that we should not cross the tracks, but the train wasn't moving, so a couple of us booked it. We walked about half a block, turned down an alley and began relieving ourselves on the side of a building. I finished, turned around and there is a large man, wearing a grey "CFL Radically Canadian" T shirt standing in front of me with a ticket book. An undercover C train cop? An off duty cop that can write a ticket? I didn't know then, and I still don't. All I know is that he got called because of the guys on the Train that were being idiots, he couldn't bust them for anything, and he couldn't bust me for public urination, but I did get dinged with an $85 ticket for running across the tracks when the signals were on. I accepted the ticket and then threw loonies at naked ladies.

Originally Posted by RougeUnderoos

I've only dealt with a transit cop once, and I got "the dumb one".

I didn't have a ticket. I had planned on buying a ticket, but I was running late and the train rolled into the station and I had to run to catch it. If I took the time to buy a ticket, I was going to miss the train and be late for work. So I weighed the options and hopped on the train, sans ticket, figuring "what are the odds". Well, the odds were apparently against me.

Anyway, this guy pulls me off the train and I explain the situation. I even show him the fistful of change I was planning on using to buy a ticket. He just couldn't grasp the concept.

Him: "Why don't you have a ticket".
Me: "I didn't have time, I needed to get on this train or I'd be late".
Him: "You know, it's illegal to be on here without a ticket".
Me: "I know, but had to get on this train. I didn't have time"
Him: "You need a ticket, it doesn't matter how long it takes".
Me: "I know, but I had to get on this train. You asked me why I don't have a ticket and that's the reason".
Him: "The ticket dispenser is right on the platform. If you wanted to use it there is plenty of time.
Me: "The train was leaving and I had to get on it. I didn't have time."

On and on it went. Then, because I was late, I didn't even have ID on me. The only thing I had was my security card for work, which did have my name and picture on it, but nothing else. No address or anything. This necessitated a call to HQ. It was too complex a problem for him to deal with himself.

After standing there for 10 minutes I said "look, I'll tell you the truth and give you my real address and information and I'll pay the ticket". He apparently believed me because he took it all at my word. I gave him the real address, I know for sure, because they kept mailing me the ticket. I don't remember what I gave him for my birthday or even if I had too. I threw the ticket in the garbage and moved away from that place a few months later, so the situation has been resolved.

For the record, he was probably callin CPIC, not headquarters.

Also, congratulations.... since you threw the ticket in the garbage, you now have a warrant. Nice work. Guess you showed him.

[RedHot25]

Originally Posted by fotze

HAHA, Rouge has a warrant.

get him!

[RougeUnderoos]

Originally Posted by Bent Wookie

For the record, he was probably callin CPIC, not headquarters.

Also, congratulations.... since you threw the ticket in the garbage, you now have a warrant. Nice work. Guess you showed him.

Do they issue warrants for people when they just have a first and last name?

I've got a name that is the equivalent of, say, Dave Smith. Will they track us all down to figure out which one of us did it?

Nirvana was ruling the music charts at the time. I'm pretty sure I got away with it.

Originally Posted by RougeUnderoos

Do they issue warrants for people when they just have a first and last name?

I've got a name that is the equivalent of, say, Dave Smith. Will they track us all down to figure out which one of us did it?

Nirvana was ruling the music charts at the time. I'm pretty sure I got away with it.

I am pretty sure he got your name and date of birth... probably confirmed it via CPIC.

If it's that old, like early 90's than ya, it has probably expired... or maybe, when you least expect it and when it is a totally inconvenient time, BAM... to the slammer you go!!!!

[RougeUnderoos]

Originally Posted by Bent Wookie

I am pretty sure he got your name and date of birth... probably confirmed it via CPIC.

If it's that old, like early 90's than ya, it has probably expired... or maybe, when you least expect it and when it is a totally inconvenient time, BAM... to the slammer you go!!!!

Well it's been at least 10 years since a police officer had reason to suspect me of anything and ask to see my ID. I don't expect that to change anytime soon.

Maybe I'll phone and ask. It would be interesting to know if they are still on the lookout. The transit cop did take down a detailed description of me. If nothing else, I'd like to know what I was wearing that day.

[Save Us Sutter]

Originally Posted by flylock shox

I think this thread should be reentitled "Cheesing it from the C-Pigs."

I've never had a run in here as I'm fairly well behaved in Calgary due to an irrational fear of your mostly prickish police officers. I miss Halifax cops.

However, last year around this time, I found myself with one solitary night to spend in Vancouver with my brother who I hadn't seen in nearly a year. We hung out a cousin's house in the outskirts somewhere and my brother and I spent the evening drinking Bacardi 151 with Rootbeer, as had been our custom when we lived together back in Halifax. Somewhere around 11pm we decide we want to go downtown and experience some Van City nightlife. It's like 100 dollar cab ride or something, so after one last sickeningly sweet drink, we're off to catch the Skytrain.

(Not so) surprisingly, Evan (my brother) and I decided that a friendly race to the train station would be much more entertaining than a walk and left our cousin and everyone else behind us in our rum-scented dust.

We get to the train station laughing and stumbling and huffing and puffing and really, just trying not to puke. I look around and realize now we have quite the wait before the walkers get there, and as neither of us had ever been to Vancouver we kinda had to wait for our party to catch up.

We sit on a bench for a bit, but that got boring. Looked out the windows for a minute or two, but not much to see. All of a sudden, I had to pee.

I walk around and around the station looking for a washroom. As there are no trains in Halifax, I guess I just kinda assumed there would be bathrooms in their stations. When I couldn't find one, I decided that the dark corner over behind the stairs would have to suffice and I began to relieve myself.

There is a tap on my shoulder. Really. A tap on my shoudler WHILE I am peeing.

I don't know if they were transit cops or real cops (my brother swears they had guns) but at that moment they were quite intimidating. One of them pulls me out of the corner before I had even finished. I had to cut it off mid-stream in order to prevent a spray of what used to be 151 from getting all over their shoes. They were really mad. They're yelling at me, and I'm drunk and apologizing and my brother is apologizing and we're showing them our train tickets and trying to tell them "we're not from around here". Cause you know, urination rules are different from county to county.

My cousin and her friends show up and huddle together not far away, trying to figure out what's happening.

They radio in for back-up. To take me to the station! I was about to lose it. I'm in the city for one night only, won't get to see my brother for another 8 months or so and I'm going to spend it in the drunk tank for taking a leak in a Skytrain station! What a collosal failure in vacationing. The train is coming, I can see it... we were oh, so close.

One of the cops demands my ID. I show it to him.

"Nova Scotia eh?" he says, mockingly. " They let you piss wherever you want back there do they?"

The train pulls into the station and I realize I'm SOL and might as well make the best of it.

"Yes b'y, they do" I say in a thick eastern accent. "Just runs straight down the hill, into the harbour."

He looks at me, not knowing where I'm going with this. The train doors open.

"Well officer, whenever you flush a toilet in Halifax, it goes straight down to the harbour as well!"

He laughed so hard he gave me my ID back, and let us get on the train.