Long ago, in a previous life, I was visiting a woman at her home in the evening.
A police officer who had a non-professional interest in that young lady drove by and noticed my vehicle. He took down my license plate number and determined my identity. (I know this because it came up in a subsequent conversation this officer of the law had with the woman in question. The details of that exchange were relayed to me by her.)
I can only assume that the cop feared that anyone driving a Ford Pinto must be destabilizingly charming.
Nothing really came of this. But I remember thinking at the time that him doing that wasn't quite right. Still, I ask myself, might I have done the same if I had been in his shoes? Maybe.
How about you?