If you're gonna be doing "random searches," you need to get off your ))) when you pull someone over. When I pull in, I shouldn't have to sit and wait several minutes before you end your little conversation and come tell me what to do for your inspection.

Oh, and drop the attitude. I'm not a frigging bomber. I'm a housewife in a Mommy-mobile with a frigging breakfast biscuit in my hands. When you finally approach and I open my door to get out so you can vehicle-search me, be polite. Save the tough guy routine for someone who cares. I'm expecting a vehicle search, so I open my door to get out. When you say, in a snotty voice, "You need to stay in the vehicle, doesn't your window work?" Why would I just open my window when I expect to get out of the car? I'm not the Dukes of Hazzard.

And checking my papers is not the same as a "vehicle search." Seeing as how I don't know what your plans are, don't get snippy with me when I don't know the drill. If you are wanting to see papers, then you need to say, "We are going to inspect your vehicle and credentials," when you pull me over, not "you're selected for a random vehicle search." Words mean things.

Oh, and thanks for the scratch that your dog left in the paint on my bumper. That's just fantastic.

I'm not thrilled about giving up a little liberty for "safety's" sake. Especially when every Tom, Dick, and Harry can just roll on in here as they please, to knock on my door and peddle crappy meat, or ask me if I've found Jesus, or offer me a nickel for furniture at my yard sale. You guys acted like jerks and treated me like I did something wrong when you're supposed to be treating me courteously and "protecting" me. I wish I had gotten your names.

Sure, it's 5 minutes out of my day. No biggie. But don't treat me like an trash before I've been able to show you what a ---- I can really be. Suck it. 

Especially when every Tom, Dick, and Harry can just roll on in here as they please, to knock on my door and peddle crappy meat, or ask me if I've found Jesus, or offer me a nickel for furniture at my yard sale.

Dont forget the vacuums!

When I lived in Hawaii, I swear they picked me on purpose the days I wore PJs to drop my kid off at school right outside the gate. (Kiss and drop, no need to gasp I didn't leave my car.) But then there I would be standing outside of my car in PJs and no shoes while they used the mirror things and everything else. I learned my lesson though. Just started getting dressed in the mornings. lol