Car breaks down. I wait for AAA for almost two hours.
During this glorious two hours, a cop car circles the block five times, slowing down every time to peer into my car.
Finally, they pull up behind me, and ask me why I’m there. Told them my car broke down. They didn’t believe me, and asked me if I had drugs in my car. They had the fucking nerve to ask to search my car.
I’m 100 percent done. That’s the third time that has happened to me in that city. Three times, without good reason.
So incredibly frustrating and degrading.