I was in highschool, and driving around LA getting brunch with a friend. Because LA is insane, there was a street that was entirely comprised of Bus Lanes. Because my Garmin was stupid, it didn't know that and told me to turn down the street. Seeing it was bus lane only, I made the first legal U-turn to get off of it, but the cops saw me and pulled me over.

Now, I had gotten a ticket two months earlier for missing a stop sign (there was a tree covering it and no line on the ground- prune your trees y'all) and was told if I got another moving violation I'd get my license revoked. I had no idea what constituted a "moving violation"- I thought "if the cars in motion, it counts". Like if I got pulled over for a broken light it wouldn't, but if I got pulled over for, say, driving in a bus lane only, that would count.

So I started crying thinking I'd have to tell my mother I'd lost my license.

The cops were concerned. I cry very hard at the drop of a hat, I don't mean to, it just all comes out. So with my friend in the front seat looking at me like I've grown two heads, the cops try to figure out why this teenage girl is just breaking down and sobbing.

One of the cops gets out and stands in front of my car like she's afraid I'm going to run, while the other asks me to open up all the compartments in my car. I'm crying too hard to figure out why they want to see my glove box and my trunk, I just figure that's totally normal.

They got more and more confused as my car was totally empty since I'd just gotten it. It was clear there was 100% nothing there. For a good ten minutes one of the cops tries to get it out of me why I'm crying, and then just kinda awkwardly stands there and goes "No...we won't take your license...uhhh..." and kinda goes to pat my shoulder but doesn't while my friend just makes the "I don't know don't look at me" hand gesture/shrug.

It took me a few weeks to realize they thought I was running drugs.