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How they got out of traffic tickets

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(AOL Autos) -- Readers tell AOL Autos how they avoided getting a traffic ticket from a police officer.


Not everyone can talk their way out of a ticket.

This is not a warning -- submitted by MaurDrisc

I was pulled over in a residential L.A. neighborhood for an illegal left turn. The officer asked me if I knew what I'd done. I said yes, that I'd made an illegal left turn, knowing it was illegal and that I'd done the same thing the day before, but only realized I'd made an illegal turn as I did it.

The officer asked if I realized I was admitting to having done the illegal turn twice. I said yes. He said they weren't giving out warnings; they were ticketing people. I said I realized that and knew I deserved the ticket. He reiterated the point about not giving out warnings. I said I understood. He stared at me for a long time, and then told me no one ever tells them the truth. And because of that he was giving me a warning.

I then burst into tears, thanking him because I really, really couldn't afford a ticket (which I couldn't). I think he was, perhaps, on the verge of having me committed to the nearest mental hospital, but happily I just got to drive away.

Show Some Respect -- submitted by CCCCINTI

When I was younger I was hot headed and got tickets. Now I am very cool and calm and it's "yes officer", "no officer". "I am sorry officer". If you see the police, slow down show some respect. That works. Yes I do drive "better" but no more tickets.

Tell all -- submitted by RGLGINC

I pulled up to a Y type intersection that had a stop sign. There was a car coming at a turtle's pace, so instead of coming to a complete stop, I did a rolling stop. Then 1/2 a mile ahead the light turned yellow so I sped up. As I am cruising at about 10 miles over the speed limit, under the yellow light, I looked in the rear-view mirror and of course there was a motorcycle cop right behind me. I politely pulled over and began to laugh, I was SO busted! So, as I roll down the window I am giggling. He looks at me funny and asks, "Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?" I ask him, "was it for running the stop sign, speeding or running that yellow light?"

He tells me he appreciates my honesty and that he gets tired of people making stupid excuses. Then he asks for my registration and license ... but guess what? I didn't have my license. So instead of writing a ticket for all the other things, he writes me a ticket for not having my driver's license, which just calls for me to go to the payment office and show them my driver's license. So, for all the people with dumb excuses ... it pays to be honest and you may gain respect for doing so.

Have faith -- submitted by EdwrVnCtt

I had my drivers' license just 4 days. I was driving a colleague's car registered in one state and my license was from another state. The officer said I went over the center line and thought I had been drinking. (I was not) He had me step out of the car to see if I was sober. I walk with a limp from birth. When he said, "you aren't walking very straight," I replied without wanting to be a wise guy, "I always walk like this." I was dressed in civilian clothes, but the picture on my license showed me wearing a clergy collar. I was in the seminary at the time. He asked, "Are you a priest?" Rather than explain the details of the steps to the priesthood, I simply said, "yeah." He said, "Please get back in your car, you probably have to say Mass this morning." (It was Sunday morning.) No ticket, no problem. I thanked him and was on my way.

From bad to worse -- submitted by Pamelakins

I had experienced an unusually terrible day. This is how it all started. I got off from work and went to my barn to feed my horse. I had a co-worker with me who had mentioned that I needed to wash off my windshield before leaving the barn. After feeding, I moved my truck closer to the barn. I had kept my door open while moving my vehicle. The doors lock automatically when the truck is started. I turned on my wipers and got out shutting the door behind me (the truck was still running with the keys in it!) I made several phone calls and finally managed to get the door open with a piece of wire.

I left the barn taking a friends daughter home. After dropping her off I stated to my co-worker that I should call my husband and let him know that I got the door open. That is when I realized that I had set my cell phone on top of the truck while attempting to unlock the door. It was already dark outside but we back-tracked and amazingly, found my phone on the side of the road unharmed!

It was a few miles down the road when my co-worker warned me that the police in the city we were driving through would stop you for even 5 miles over the limit. I told her I wasn't worried that I traveled through there all the time. Just then, a cop rounded the corner ahead of me and clocked me doing 60 mph in a 30 mph zone. Boy, was I going to be in trouble! The officer approached me and asked me for the usual license and insurance proof. I politely told him that I would be happy to show him my insurance but that I couldn't let him see my license. Of course he asked why and I told him that it had accidentally been put through the shredder at work and I had not gotten it replaced yet (what I didn't tell him was that it happened 11 months earlier). I then went on to tell him what a terrible evening I had just been through. I then told him I was going to do something I had never done before in my life ... beg for his mercy! Grinning from ear to ear and shaking his head, he told me to slow down and have a good evening! Talk about lucky!

Speeding in Tucson -- submitted by Umnst04

I was driving on 'Columbus' Rd. in Tucson one nice morning. I was late for work (as usual) and I was speeding -- 57 in a 35 mile an hour zone!! A motorcycle officer stopped me. "Yikes, great, now I'll really be late!" I thought, "How can I get out of this?" I'm not so great looking, a bit over weight, a large, Italian nose. However, he was great looking!

Oh well I thought. I'm also broke and now facing at least a $90 ticket.

He looked in the window, asked for my license and insurance etc. He looked a tad familiar too.

He looked at me again and said, "You are the manager of the 'Columbus' Townhomes where I live." "If you would please put the Jacuzzi temperature up to 104 degrees I won't give you a ticket." Well, I certainly obliged and I was only five minutes late for work.

That night after his shift, sure enough he was in the Jacuzzi, looking so relaxed.

Remember I said he looked a tad familiar? I suppose I didn't recognize him with his police uniform on!

Online encounter -- submitted by Nexusrider

I was heading down the road about 15 miles over the speed limit and I saw the flashing lights behind me. I knew I better have a good story or I would be paying a big fine. So, the officer asked for my license and insurance and stuff and I was thinking like crazy. He made his first mistake when he asked me why I was going so fast instead of just writing me up. I looked at him kind of embarrassed and said, "Well I was online talking to this gal, and she told me she was sitting there drinking wine and wearing something black and sexy and if I could be there in 20 minutes I could do anything I wanted with her." He handed me back my stuff and grinned and said, "Have fun ... just slow it down."

Flying low --submitted by Waymill

A few years ago I was pulled over for speeding. The officer got out of his car and came up to my window and asked to see my pilot's license (since I was flying). I happened to have a private pilots license so I pulled it out gave it to the officer. He let me go and told me to slow down. E-mail to a friend E-mail to a friend

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