About 12 years ago, I was heading back from NH just before the 4th of July. A co-worker who lived in NH was planning a big party as he was getting married, his son had graduated, etc. I had followed him up to Phantom Fireworks and chipped in for a ton of stuff.
We loaded it all into his car, shook hands, he drove home to NH, I drove home to MA.
No sooner did I cross the border into MA I see blue lights.
I pull over, am directed to follow a second statie off the highway at the next exit.
Pull off, he tells me to exit the vehicle. They WILL be performing a search as I was observed at a Fireworks store and Fireworks are illegal.
They tore my car apart, removed the back seat, found nothing but a new in box model rocket kit for my cousin. When they reinstalled the seat, my seat belts were under the seat, they said "Should not have wasted our time then"
Another time, something like 18 years ago, I had to head into Worcester to pay a supplier. Because of divorce reasons, he requested cash, so my boss had handed me $3000 to pay him. Had a letter on company letterhead for him to sign and all that good stuff.
It just so happened that there was a water main break so there was a traffic detour. As we don't seem to like to actually use signage to handle detours, I ended up in a neighborhood where I was the only white fellow around, and my car was one of the few with all the wheels on the ground. A fine Worcester officer observed me driving slowly around the block a couple times, and decided I needed to be stopped. Pulls me over, asks what is in the bag, explain the situation, despite the company letterhead saying I was paying for ornamental trim (and being in the company van) he declared I was clearly buying drugs since I was a "Caucasian male in a primarily Hispanic and Asian neighborhood known for drug trafficking with a large sum of cash"
I stepped out of the van when asked, was patted down, placed in the back of his car (no cuffs) and he called for another car.
The other car shows up as the first officer was going through the van (which was totally empty except for bubble wrap sheets, tape, and shrink wrap) he asks for details from the first officer, looks over the letter and the cash, asks for my story, opens the rear door of the car and tells me to take my bag, get in the van, go to the Third intersection, turn left then make my third right and I will get to my destination, and to tell his brother that he had told him that his soon to be ex wife was bad news.... He then proceeded to read the first officer the riot act.
Good times.