I once was pulled over on the way home from college with my friends, out in PA. My whole trunk was full of 4 students worth of dirty laundry (hoping mom could clean us up!)
The cop pulls me over, asks us all to get out individually, then wants to know if he can search my trunk. I said "sure" and handed him the keys. It was pretty funny when he popped the lid and had underwear, smelly socks, t-shirts, bras, and all the rest falling all over the side of the road. He took one whiff and pretty much gave up quick. He just handed the keys back and said "get out of here."
I've always assumed he pulled me over due to my bumper sticker at the time: Fight Crime, Shoot Back.
