My very first ticket was for driving 5mph over the limit. They think they're on a mission. I do everything I can to avoid being pulled over to begin with. But when I do, it's "Yes sir", "No sir". I've gotten very few tickets as a result.
I can respect that approach, but I
never liked bullies. I work and mind my own business; don't bother anyone. So there are times I'm like, f*** that "yes sir" and "no sir" BS. You're in
my neighborhood wasting tax payer time and money,
not serving or protecting the public (unless their becoming a public nuisance qualifies), but are instead busy
manufacturing crimes. No individual's rights were in any way threatened or trampled upon. Nobody at any point was nearly placed at any risk. Nobody called you. It often takes two or three (or more) to perform a normal traffic stop, sometimes unnecessarily impeding traffic in the process. They regularly falsify reports and to top it off, use people's cell phones to track their location. So I got a teeny bit clever with this one. You annoy me, waste my time, I annoy you, waste your time. It's near single digit temps, but I roll down a window and blast... wait... let me find it... reggae music. (read: stereo type -- must have drugs) This of course means that another cop gets called. After trying all his little stupid questions designed to infer self-incrimination, I just ended it. Goes back to vehicle, calls boss, waits for arrival. After the boss's arrival, completing background looking for any dirt, having conversation, later comes around, checks the front of the vehicle, walks back. I roll down the other three and crank it even louder.
(he had already commented on it earlier so I know it annoys him) So the dude finally comes back around and hands me his ticket stating sign and return. It's
cold out. He wants me to sign it and return it so he and his boss can return to their cozy cruisers. Nope. I start reading the thing as if I were in Kindergarten, going over e v e r y l e t t e r o f t h e t i c k e t , e v e n f l i p p i n g t h e t h i n g o v e r . He repeatedly interrupts me, wait, wait, where was I... start over. I start reading the thing as if I were in Kindergarten, going over e v e r y l e t t e r o f t h e t i c k e t , e v e n f l i p p i n g t h e t h i n g o v e r . When he again demands signature so they can "be on their way," I then drive home the point about wasting peoples' time. So it's okay you waste our time, but when your time gets wasted it's a problem.
(and once again, this time spent d**k'n with me is less time spent d**k'n with somebody else) Boss over on the other side just demands that I hand it back without the signature. Yep, right after I sign it (knowing they'll probably change it). So after stalling another few minutes more, he starts issuing threats so I finally scribble a "signature" on the thing, then start checking over the carbon copies and eventually hand it to the boss waiting on the passenger side. Yep, another
selectively-enforced 'no front plate' ticket. Yessah Nosahh how about bullies can kiss-my-ahss-sah.