Originally Posted by 02ProstarSammyD
Ok gotta share this one. So at a football game about 7 years ago with my g/f at the time and some friends. One of the guys behind us was being a drunk schmuck and starts getting mouthy to us. I tell him to stfu a few times (nicely) and he is just past the point of bombed. Anyways about 10 minutes later my g/f turns around and tells him to get screwed and to stfu. He pushes her down a bleacher and I popped him in the mouth. Nice lil brawl breaks out and guy basically gets popped a few more times by random people. BTW lesson to all......don't hit a woman in public in North Carolina unless its on the courthouse steps with a switch no thicker than your thumb.
Cops come flying up the stairs and break it up pretty quick. Guy basically has a water facet of blood pouring out his nose and they take him to jail. We tell our side of the story and 3 days later I get pulled out of class by 2 cops. Cuff me right there in front of my professor and off to booking I go. When I get there my g/f is there getting booked. Evidently the dbag I popped talked to his lawyer and he pressed charges in an attempt to get her to drop her charges.
Anyways the great part of the story. During booking get the standard 20 questions.....name, address, social, etc. Well at this point I'm just having fun with this harda$$ cop and he asks me if I have any aliases.
Well sir they call me tater..........tater salad.
Evidently he was not in fact a fan of Ron White and proceeded to enter it on into the computer. We continued to screw around with him for awhile just trying to get a smile out of him.
None the less the charges were dropped as expected and the other guy had to do some community service.
When I hired onto my newest job I had to get all of my federal clearances, etc and the company runs an in depth background check. I get a call one day from a very nice Indian fellow questioning the arrest etc. He asks me if I am tater salad. Thought I was gonna die right there. We called my oldest son Tot for the longest time but he doesn't like that name anymore.
Someone. broke into the house across the street and i had a bit of fun with one of the cops, who's a nice-looking blond. She asked for my name after she was done getting the other info and I answered like Chevy Chase, in 'Fletch'. Fortunately, she had seen that movie.