I was a sorority girl. (That has nothing to do with this story, but when I tell people, their jaws usually fall to the floor, and that's fun for me.) I would have been PISSED if I had gone buy some cookie dough and ice cream and sparkling water and somehow ended up in the clink.
A University of Virginia student had just bought some bottled water, cookie dough and ice cream for a sorority fundraiser when a group of people in plainclothes approached her car. One person jumped on her hood, another pulled a gun on her, and the student, logically, began trying to drive her car as fast as she could out of the parking lot.
Unfortunately for the student, the people attacking her car were state Alcoholic Beverage Control officers, who mistook her purchase of LaCroix sparkling water for a 12-pack of beer.
"They were showing unidentifiable badges after they approached us, but we became frightened, as they were not in anything close to a uniform," Elizabeth Daly, 20, wrote about the April incident. "I couldn't put my windows down unless I started my car, and when I started my car they began yelling to not move the car, not to start the car. They began trying to break the windows. My roommates and I were ... terrified."
After driving out of the parking lot and grazing two of the plainclothes officers, Daly called 911 to report the attack and ask if there was any way these people were in fact agents of the law. That's when another Alcoholic Beverage Control agent pulled over the SUV (this time using a police vehicle and flashers). Daly was then arrested and charged with three felonies, including assaulting a police officer. She spent that night in jail.
Sounds like something out of a Judd Apatow movie, doesn't it? In case you think she's making it all up, "Charlottesville Commonwealth's Attorney Dave Chapman read Daly's account and said it was factually consistent." The charges have been dropped, and she is now free to purchase all the sparkling water she wants. (Gawker)
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