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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.