The CM who looked in your car, taking the extra time to really LOOK at you, reminds me of a TSA guy I got once at an airport in Maine.
I had a tube of toothpaste in my luggage, which apparently had more fluid ounces than it was supposed to (it was a full-sized tube, but there was maybe a quarter of the tube left, so it couldn't have been over 2oz). The guy pulled it out of my Ziploc bag and made a HUGE deal over the fact that I had a FULL TUBE of toothpaste. I apologized and told him that he was free to toss it, and I'd just buy another tube at my destination. He looked at me suspiciously and then opened the toothpaste to check it -- maybe he thought there was something in it and that's why I was so nonchalant about throwing something like that away. Who knows. He squeezed out all of the remaining toothpaste and then tossed it, after which he went through my ENTIRE carryon bag, including riffling through every book I had and checking them to be sure nothing was hidden. He even read the summaries on the back, I guess to be sure that nothing was subversive.
He unpacked
everything -- to the point where the other TSA guys were all, "geez, Todd, let the lady go." Nope. Not Todd.
He finished, gave it all to me in a heap and then said, "Bet you wish you didn't bring that big tube of toothpaste now, don't you?" I just smiled at him and said, "Thank you for helping keep us safe." Then I took my stuff and spent ten minutes re-folding and re-packing, with the help of one of the TSA ladies, who apologized saying that "Todd's just in a mood." Indeed.
When you mentioned the hyper-vigilant parking CM, I couldn't help but think of Todd. Good times.