Yep!!
1967. I had a new Corvette and was driving home from work. I pulled up at a stoplight and there was a police car on my left who had the green light.
I was wondering why he did not move. Finally my light turned green and I started into the intersection and so did the policeman. I stopped and HE stopped. He does not have his lights on so I do not know if he is responding to a call.
I begin to move again and so does the policeman! It is like he wants to cut me off or cut in front of me. I stop again and motion for him to go ahead of me. He just sits there. By now, I am POd. I drop the hammer and leave and sure as the world, he is behind me with the lights on.
I pull over and stop and this guy is out of the car with his gun drawn.
He comes up to the car wanting to see registration and I am having a terrible time finding anything.
I asked him what was going on and he told me a call had come in about a car, similar to mine, that had been stolen and he thought it was me.
I was only 23 at the time and do not remember being scared as much as POd at the policeman for the way he handled the stop.
Come to find out, we both had not been in the workforce very long.
He was new at his job and so was I.
It could have been a whole lot different.
Geetarman