Unfiltered Story #28275

My father is a (locally well-known and liked, quite highly ranked) police detective. He had an old Eastern car which was widely associated with certain minority and criminal groups in my country for years. Due to this, we are frequently stopped for random road checks, both in our town and outside it. Sometimes it got…. funny. Keep in mind that here when police stops you you are supposed to get out of the vehicle.

Once he was helping me move home from the dorm, late at night. We are stopped by a police car; an older sergeant and a rookie, standard procedure. Dad gets out, gives his police ID (which states his rank too) to the rookie. Both guys look panicked, and salute him, and the rookie gave dad a report seemingly instinctively. The sergeant finally made the usual questions and did the check they were supposed to conduct, but the rookie was shaking the entire time and looked as pale as a ghost, then blurted out:

Rookie: Sorry, sir, it was just your car….

Dad: *facepalms*

Other occasion. Late night at our city. “Random check”. Dad stops the car. We can see the cop getting out of the car, visibly pumping up and straightening himself, ready to confront the driver. Dad grins out of the window at him.
Dad: “Hey, [Cop], how is the night?”
Cop *visibly deflates* F*ck, [Dad’s name], is that you?
Dad *grinning a bit more* Taking my daughters out to the movies…
Cop *signaling us to move along, while peeking into the car to smile at us (four teenage and above girls)*
Dad *emits a low growl*
Cop *jumps back* Sorry…
Dad *laughs*

Finally, the news about Dad’s…. unique car seemed to got around, right about the time he let go of it, finally, and replaced it. Seems like it was still… memorable.

Mom and dad are out shopping, both in civilian gear. They run into two cops, one of them greet and salute dad, they talk a little, then they part ways. Mom goes back to the aisle a moment later, and witnesses this:

Cop1: Who were these people?

Cop2: Oh, this was [Dad’s name], big shot at [Department], and his wife [Mom’s name], from the [local equivalent of FEMA]. And he has such an ugly, rundown, broken piece of sh*t for a car…