that sucks. When I was in HS I hydroplaned through a puddle rounding a corner on the way to my GF's house and plowed over some dudes mailbox. I knocked on the door and no one answered so I went across the street to the loser peeking through the window and asked for a pen and paper. Left my contact info with the neighbor and tucked in the door and went to my GF's house. A few minutes later I see a cop creeping down the cross road and knew he was looking for me. So I hopped in my truck and went and pulled up behind him. He pulled over, waved me by, then lit up his lights and screamed on his megaphone "PULL OVER!". So I did. Cop was the biggest cunt, told me he wanted me out of the truck because I was under arrest for hit and run. So I get out, hands on fender, tell him I left a note and he called me a liar. "We have a witness". Yeah cunt, I talked to her. So he told me "fine, let's go see if you left a note and if not you are going to jail".
Pulled up, showed him the note, and he told me it is still hit and run because I didn't leave my insurance. At this point my 16 year old dipshit brain kicks in and I tell him "fine, arrest me. I've got time for this, do you?" and held my wrists out. Pissed him off 9 ways to Sunday but there was jack shit he could do at that point. Small town, we know everyone, the fucking judges kid is in my moms class. I realized I was being an ass but he was a cunt so it evened out. He told me he was going to let me off with a warning but I better stop speeding. Sped off, picked up my GF, scored that evening. Cop was an ass and my parents were LIVID when I told them that story. Not at me.