I was in high school and driving for one of the first times--coming back from a football game. My mom worked for the sheriff's dept as a dispatcher and a dear friend of the family was a lieutenant. Jimmy had given my license plate number out to all the cops that evening and told them if they saw me, pull me over and tell me he knew what I was doing. I got pulled over 3 times. I could've killed him--but I must admit that I was always a very careful driver because I knew that Jimmy's eyes were all around me.
My ex husband is a cop and he worked as a training officer for awhile. One morning I was late for work and going about 50 in a 35. I got pulled over and got out my license and registration. Well, it was this rookie's first time on the street and he freaked out when he realized he had pulled over his training officer's wife! The same training officer who had not yet signed off on his paperwork. He apologized up one side and down the other, then asked me "Would you please mind slowing down just a little, ma'am?" (He did get that signature, poor guy!) Just for the record, I never told him who I was--my ex's name was on the registration. I was willing to just take my lumps!