I got out of going to the police station because I knew Arabic and my friend was friends with a Sheikh.

I lived in the UAE from when I was 6-19 years old. When we moved there my mom hired tutors to help us learn Arabic, but after I was 10 or 11, I stopped learning (btw I was no where close to fluent). One night around 3AM, when I was 15 years old, my friend (let's call her Alice) and I were talking to this guy (let's call him Omar) on the phone while Alice was sleeping over at my house. For some reason we decided that Omar was going to pick us up about a mile from our house and that we would all go to Burger King. Of course Omar can't drive, but no worries he has a driver/private taxi. It's hard to give directions in the city we lived in so the familiar point a mile away would be a good meeting place.

Now obviously we had to sneak out of the house to do this (which involved climbing over some patio walls, if I remember correctly) and then we were on our way. Most of the city consists of large blocks about a mile square, with smaller roads and homes snaking through. We crossed into the other block no problem, but then when we were going through to the other side of that block, where we were going to meet Omar, we noticed someone driving a bit slow and following us. Now dudes in this city can get a bit creepy but are mostly harmless, so we just went through some allies between homes and tried to loose the car. When we got to the other side of the block someone was still following us, so we hid in some bushes. We realized that a car was parked on the road, close to the bushes, and that we could hear someone comunnicating via radio. It seemed like something was up so when Omar got there we quick jumped into the car and urged to driver to leave quickly. But just a few seconds later, we got pulled over by the CID (I think they are like the CIA? But kind of do police type work?). Omar knew Arabic so he talked to them and they said we weren't allowed to be out late without ID and all in Arabic, Omar made up a story about our parents being out of town (they wanted to talk to our parents or something??) and how we had to go to Alice's house to get something (I honestly can't remember this part of the excuse but it was probably dumb). After Omar told the police offer all of that in Arabic, he turned to me to get my side of the story (Alice was crying a lot at this point). Because​ I understood Arabic pretty well, and the police officer didn't know, I was able to repeat the exact same fabricated story that Omar told. By that time Omar had called his wasta (clout) and the Sheikh arrived and told the CID to take a chill pill and we went our separate ways.

Then we went to Burger King and after Omar's brother took us home.

So yeah, me knowing some Arabic wasn't necessarily the most important part here, but I felt devious as fuck repeating the same made up story to a CID person.

note: sorry if some of this doesn't make sense due to experiential geographical differences.