Missing Option: Stay in the car, and see if it is someone you know.
Another Missing Option: Stay in the car, and see if it is a relative.
No joke about the second one. True story from me.
I was 16 years old, and 3 weeks into having my driver's license. I'm driving a couple of friends of mine to one of the two major shopping malls in Omaha at that time. Keep in mind, I was still overly cautious as a new driver (as you should be). Anyway, the way to that mall takes you down the busiest street in Omaha.
So I'm driving down that, and obeying every law I remember from the state's manual, plus the test, plus Driver's Ed class. Next thing I see, there's a police car behind me. I get a bit nervous but continue about my way.. next thing I notice, he's lit up his lights and is pulling me over.
I tell my friends to shut up because we're getting pulled over, and they start to panic. But then again, I think about it.. I'm 5 miles under the speed limit, all of our seatbelts are on, I'm signaling every turn and lane change, and I'm alert and vigilant on what things to do and look ahead for problems. And the more I think about it, the more pissed off I'm getting. So while my friends are ******** bricks in the car, I'm mad, tell them that I got this, and roll down my window.
Keep in mind, this is Saturday afternoon, on the busiest street in Omaha.
I don't even wait for the cop to ask for anything after asking for license and registration. I just lay into him.
What did I do wrong, Officer? I'm under the speed limit, signaling my turns, seatbelts are on (even though they weren't required by law at that time).. Seriously, WHAT DID I DO WRONG?!!?
The cop takes off those ugly arsed sheriff's shades, takes off his hat, looks me straight in the face, and says:
Your mother is going to be home late tonight because of her high school's basketball game. What would you like for dinner tonight?
Yes. You guessed it. My father pulled me over in the middle of freakin' Saturday Afternoon traffic in Omaha, Nebraska.. just to ask me what I wanted for dinner!
Didn't speak to him for a week, let alone mention how close we came to having to pay for car upholstery cleaning.
It's funny now, but still pisses me off.
So what do I do? Stay in the car, but ask for the officer's name. You never know when you might know the person who pulled you over. Chances are you won't get off for whatever happened, but at least it will make the experience friendlier.
BL.