When I was in college, I was once pulled over by a cop and subjected to the most ridiculously invasive questioning. I guess he was looking for drunk drivers, and I was just returning from a study session at a coffee shop with a classmate. It was late, but I knew I had not been drinking anything but coffee and was not speeding. The guy wanted to know where I had been, who I had been with, what I had been doing, where was I headed. I answered his questions until I finally got pissed off. "I am not doing anything wrong, why are you detaining me?" "I'm not detaining you. Have a nice night." It was CREEPY, yet I realized later...I'm a good girl, and I answered his questions because I'm a good girl, when I had every right NOT to.