… just so I could pull people over and make them explain their personalized liscense plates.
Or reprimand them for those “almost illegal” things that they do when the cops aren’t looking.
And to get that cute blonde in the black Mustang’s phone number… not that a real police officer would do that.
Eli
Or just follow people around that drive like idiots and imagine the pucker factor in the car when they see me just…following…for…no…aparent reason. Then after a while, hit the lights long enough so they piss themselves, then after they start to pull over, race past them to my “real” emergency.
Or ticket them for driving with no lights on, 15 mph+ over the limit, at 5AM.
In the driving rain.
I would drive around slowly with my window rolled down. I would give random people a big thumbs down for no reason.
Or mess with stoners :D.
Littering and… littering and… littering and… littering and… littering and…
Littering and smoking the reefer.
A few years ago, someone came running up to me in the grad school parking lot and asked me to explain my plate. I guess we always parked there at the same time, so he always saw my plate. Sadly, my plate was not very exciting, and he seemed disappointed. Sometimes the mystery is better than the reality.
I once road in a car with someone at college who had modified his car to have a loudspeaker under the hood.
I should emphasize from the start that in no way did he attempt to impersonate a police officer. He dressed normally, drove an unmarked car, and did not claim to represent any kind of law enforcement.
What he DID do was slow down as we passed groups of fraternity brothers and slip the microphone into his and and say:
crackle HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! crackle
Most of the time the guys would leap up from whatever they were doing and run like rabbits. 
Sailboat
slip the micro[hone into his hand…
not havin’ much luck with the typing today, are you, you Sailboat?
as I am Not havin’ mUch luck with thE capiTaliZation.