I was driving with a friend, about 2 in the afternoon, and got pulled over. It was a 35 mph zone, no schools, and I doubt I was speeding. Apparantly the cop didn’t think so either, because after the registration/license/insurance bit, he said he thought maybe I was drunk and asked questions about that. Had me do tests. Had my FRIEND do tests. We were actually laughing our butts off, because we had NO idea what this guy’s deal was. He asked to go into the trunk and the back to find alcohol, and when he didn’t find any, he said “Ok, you can go, I just swear I smelled booze”. We figured out later that it probably was a recently-emptied juice bottle that was in the back seat. Much later, I wondered if I got stopped because he ran my plate, saw I’ve had ‘no insurance’ tickets before, and was hoping to bust me again, and then made up whatever it was he thought he was trying to make up as a reason for the stop. I mean, come on, why did he stop me? Even had he smelled booze, there’s no way he smelled it while he was driving behind me, especially as it was winter and all windows were closed.
Also, my sister and I were driving from Idaho to Washington to meet up with her husband, who was working a construction job there. She had a new baby, so I went with her. She also had a german shepherd and a .38; the .38 was on the dashboard, as she didn’t have a concealed carry permit.
So, we’re on the freeway, when a statie flips his lights. And we stop, figuring somehow we were speeding. He stays back in his car for some time, running plates or whatever. And he comes to the car with his GUN DRAWN. We’re like ‘WTF is happening here?’ and get concerned; I mean, there’s a 3-month old sleeping in the back. The dog, as usual, is just sticking his head out the window saying Hi, but not barking or anything.
He asks for ID, gun still at his side, looks in the car, and asks ‘Where’s the toddler’? And we’re like “What toddler?” This was a Geo, two-door, and the back seat was only any good for babies and dogs; no room for anything else, really. So there was nowhere to hide anything.
The guy then starts laughing, puts his gun away, and explains. He’d thought that we were flying down the road with a toddler hanging out the window. Which, of course, was big dorky-dog’s head <which is all that could fit out the window anyway>
Anyway, he said it would be best to keep the gun in the glove-box, even without a CC, and that if the staties in Oregon hassled us about it to give his station a call, and he’d take care of it. Which is also kind of wierd.