Have you ever run into a dick, cop?

So right before I left Pittsburgh I borrowed my dad's Cherokee so I could haul more stuff than I'd have been able to in my focus. The night before I leave, some jerkoff smashed the rear driver's side window. Later that day, I'm driving home through this really shitty rain. At the end of my six hour drive, about tow minutes from my house I get pulled over by a cop. He slowly saunters up since it hadn't rained in that area and starts going on about did I know what I did wrong and everything. I was clueless since there were no stoplights in the area, I had been going five under the speed limit, and I was pretty much the only car on the road. He eventually told me that one of my breaklights had burned out and he was going to write me a ticket for it. My response? I go something along the lines of, "ARE YOU SHITTING ME!? MY REAR WINDOW JUST GOT BUSTED LAST NIGHT, IT'S BEEN RAINING ALL DAY (and, as if on cue, the rain starts pouring then, drenching the (to that point) smarmy cop), AND NOW MY DAD GAVE ME HIS GODDAMNED CAR WITH A BURNT OUT TAIL LIGHT TO BORROW?" The cop was completely dumbfounded and wound up just letting me off with a citation saying that if I get the light fixed within two weeks I don't have to pay.

I've also had a few times where I ask a cop where an intersection is when I know it's only a few blocks away (I just don't know the direction) and they respond with the ever helpful, "I don't know." COME ON YOU FREAKING PATROL THIS AREA ALL DAY HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW ONE OF THE BIGGEST INTERSECTIONS IN THE AREA.

Other than those I think I've had fairly decent interactions with cops.

How ya doing, buddy?