when I was 18, three of us were drinking beers and getting baked on a pier at Belle Isle late in the day in the summer. You didn't want to be on Belle Isle after dark in the late 80s - especially if you were a bunch of suburban white boys so we split before the sun started going down. As we were walking back to the car with about 18 beers left in the case and all 3 of us probably holding, we saw two Detroit Cops waiting for us at the end of the pier. It was painfully obvious we weren't 21. One cop says "Gentlemen, I'm going to flip a coin. Heads, we take your beer and you're gonna get the f out of here and go back to Grosse Pointe. Tails, we're going to kick the shit out of you, take your beer and you're gonna get the f out of here and go back to Grosse Pointe." I was thinking "please be heads, please be heads" over and over and then my dumbass friend goes "how do you know we're from Grosse Pointe?"
Never saw the coin - they took our beer, even thanked us for it and each cracked one open in front of us, followed us to my friend's car and followed us out of Belle Isle. I remember thinking at the time that Detroit cops are pretty cool - sure they stole our beer but it coulda been a lot worse even if they weren't going to beat the crap out of us...
