Why do cops always ask where you're going?

Try this when they ask, OP -- "Nunya!" and say it with a smirk.

It's crossed my mind R1 but I know what would happen.

“Your mom’s house.”

"My drug dealer's house... Oops" 😳

To a motel where I'm meeting your Chief. Wanna come watch?

[quote] Why do cops always ask where you're going?

Because they know where criminal activity occurs. They know the street and the suburb. They go to those streets and the suburbs each time crime occurs.

It is their job.

"Just out for a drive," should suffice.

Ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies, officer.

It's their way of breaking the ice.

Where's the fire? In your eyes, officer.

I was pulled over for speeding five times in a year (three in 6 weeks!) when I was still young and frisky (40s), and not once did a cop ask me where I was going.

Do you guys look suspicious, or what?

^ Maybe the cops saw the U-Haul and just assumed you were on your first date 😏

They want to smell your breath, you drunken slut.

I always go with: "I haven't the slightest idea."

I used to get asked that question every time when I got pulled over when I was younger. They never ask anymore (I’m 51). They must assume that I’m not going anyplace interesting.

Op they want to know if you’re on your way to smash n grab a sporting goods store.

[quote] They must assume that I’m not going anyplace interesting

They assume you're not going to those streets and the suburbs where criminal activity occurs.

... um, my sisters, uh, I was going I mean I was coming back from there but um I stay with my mom because my little 2-yr. old daughter lives with

I think they usually ask that question of someone who doesn't look like he or she belongs in the area they're stopped in. They suspect you're on the way to either sell or buy dope.

Angrily shriek, "What's it to ya, flatfoot?"

Is there an officer, problem?

I hate to say this out loud, lest I jinx myself...but I haven't been pulled over since 1993, when I was in grad school.

That cop -- a university police officer -- DID ask where I was going in such a hurry (speeding), because it shortly before 6:30 am, when the campus was pretty dead.

As advised by a wise Traffic School instructor a couple years prior, I just told the truth & didn't even try to deny, or say "Gee, I didn't realize", that I'd broken the campus speed-limit. I was running late for a pick-up basketball game at the student rec center, with classmates from my graduate program (we played basketball every Friday morning). I also said that I was terribly sorry, that was dumb, won't do it again, etc. He sorta flashed his flashlight in & around my passenger cabin...and saw that I was in sweats & high-tops, with a gym bag on my passenger seat. And he let me go, with a stern warning, no citation.

How...stern, r22?

Officer, I'm on my way to Capital City, to the hospital. You see, my elderly mother is there and I just got a call saying she may be dying...

A friend of mine, whose father was a judge, was told by his father to NEVER tell the police the truth, to never answer them truthfully, and to always make stuff up in response to their questions.

After you get pulled over tomorrow, be sure to come back here and update us, R22.

Well, not as stern as you'd like, R23 (apparently). I was a fairly dykey-looking lesbian. He had zero interest in me.

Now, now, r27, I'm sure you're a *lovely* fairly dykey-looking lesbian!

Ha! Ha! Ha! R3!

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" is the more standard question. They want you to say something incriminating that they didn't know about.

Exactly what I'm saying R26. Now that I've put it "out there" into the cosmos...

Knowing my luck I WILL get pulled over soon. (As a dear family member once said to me: "If it weren't for Bad Luck, you'd have no Luck at all!")

[quote]"Do you know why I pulled you over?"

Raw lust?

"I'm going to see your son's fat, rich, veiny cock and play with his full, pendulous balls, officer. I'll tell him you said hi."

"Just headed to anywhere you wanna go, sir!"

I explain to them that Im running late for my BDSM fisting party, explain what it entails and show them vaseline and latex gloves.

Vaseline and latex do not mix well.

I will provide a quick thin smile for I do not care for a walnut shampoo.

“Oh you big sissy nelly, I’m off to see the Wizard!”

They just want to make sure you’re dressed appropriately for you destination.

“a walnut shampoo”?

Cracked over the head with a billy club made of walnut wood.

Just slap zem across zee face, dahling!