I got arrested for this back in '84 when I had to go really bad after driving all the way to Hollywood Blvd from Orange County. I ran into an alley and when I was done, walked back to meet up with my friends when a couple cops cuffed me and walked me to the station.
I was 17 at the time, so I'm not sure why they didn't just write me a ticket. Amazingly, the cops didn't frisk me because I had a couple beers in my jacket. They allowed me to talk to my friends who were hanging out in a record shop, and i was able to dump the beers. Whew...I look back now that situation could have turned into a big mess, but they held me and called my dad who came to pick me up, no tickets or anything.
I thought it was kinda cool being escorted down Hollywood Blvd in handcuffs, and the cops were really cool. When we made it to the station, a police car was pulling out and one of the cops escorting me grabbed a trash can and dumped it on his hood... Then after my dad got me, they were joking around with us. hehehe. it was a different time back then, i guess.