When I was 19, two city cops [the ones who couldn’t become “real cops” pulled me over for window tint that had just been “outlawed”.
[it came built into the car...should I have bashed out the windows with a hammer?]
Long story short, I end up on my knees at a busy intersection, crying while the [expletive deleted] cop went in my car and -searched- it.
He finally gave a shout of “triumph” and produced three 35mm film canisters from my glove box.
How disappointed he must have been when he opened them with a damning flourish and found....35mm film.
His partner [who looked just like Mr Green Jeans] stood far away, obviously mortified by his ‘buddy’s’ behavior and anguished by my pleas of help to him.
[he actually looked like he wished he was dead, right then]
Finally, Jackboot Johnny let me go home, after raving about cops “being killed by women smaller than you!!!” [WTH?] and Mr Green Jeans mouthed a silent “I’m so sorry” as he got into the squad car.
I tried to instigate an internal investigation but shockingly, no one matching my description worked atthe station nor had anyone heard anything on the radio of a tag check or “call” being made.
BS.
They call ALL tags in before they even get out of the car.
Total cover up with a “screw you”, to boot.
My dog was not with me that day due to the heat and lousy air conditioner in my car.
I know he would’ve been shot because that dog would NOT have put up with anybody throwing me around like that.
Thank God for crappy Gremlins with piddly AC.
I’ve learned the hard way that cops are NOT your friend. Eschew cops and high population densities.