One weekend I treated my 'lil sis to Six Flags. We had a total blast, but when it came time to go finally go home she didn't get, or want to get, the concept. (she's 6, so I'll blame it on her being young) We'd been there like 5 hours anyway.
I had to drag her out with her KICKING AND SCREAMING, which looked odd enough, and on the looong drive home (from Texas to Oklahoma) I got pulled over by a cop. I wasn't speeding or anything, but I think, ok, I'll humor them. The cop gets out of the car, pulls out his beat down stick or whatever, and YELLS at me to "GET OUT OF THE CAR AND KEEP YOUR HANDS UP!"
... What?
I do it, and he slams me up against the fucking side of the car. He grills me on all kinds of weird shit for a couple of minutes, then finally asks me "who the kid in the back is" and I'm like, "Uh. That's my sister." so he asks me, "Well, how do you explain that sign?"
Turns out in her RAGE at having to leave the damned amusement park my sister had apparently decided to be a little smartass and take a page out of her coloring book and write "HELP ME" in big letters and puts it on the back window.
Long story short we got it all cleared up, though it involved my sister explaining herself to him over and over AND a phone call to my mom. We finally get to go. And that cop fucker never apologized. :T
She didn't mean for THAT to happen but I still couldn't talk to that little shit for a couple of hours, I was so mad.