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With all of the posts in other threads mentioning traffic stops and how being polite has helped them receive only a warning instead of a citation, I was reminded of my attitude when I was a LEO. My philosophy was, that if you were polite, or you made me laugh, chances are you weren't going to be cited.
One incident in particular occurred one day as I was headed to fleet maintenance for fuel, when I saw an on coming Chevy Blazer. The speed limit on that particular road was 30 MPH and as I turned my moving radar indicated that they were already traveling at 40 and as they got closer they kept speeding up. I locked them in at 50, and as they passed me I saw that it was two women, with the passenger turned around reaching into the back seat, not wearing a seat belt. I also saw that their inspection sticker was expired. As I made a u-turn and pulled them over, I saw that the sticker on the LP was also expired. I approached the driver's side and made contact with the driver, I listed all of the violations (speeding, no seat belt on passenger, expired registration, expired inspection) She listened to everything I said and the turned and backhanded the passenger and said "That's why you wanted me to drive your car!"
The passenger explained that the speedometer didn't work, and that they were headed to get the inspection, and registration done during their lunch. The passenger was looking for her paperwork to take to the courthouse that was in the backseat. I got so tickled I couldn't write the tickets, so I told them that they had better have the stickers done, and that I would write them if I saw them again.

Another post regarding ND brought to mind an incident that happened several years ago at the department where I worked. Our range qualification was held every six months at our department's range which was just inside the city limits in a rural area. The range master would notify everyone of the date and then you could come in either on duty or off and qualify. The department supplied the qualifying ammo so everyone would unload their guns before entering the range. Our Chief of Detectives pulled in and opened his trunk to unload his gun. For reasons still not clear, he decided to dry fire it after he thought it was empty. He put one 9mm round through the bottom of the trunk, the gas tank and into the ground under the car. Several of us heard it and ran towards his car to make sure he was OK. He was standing there with a strange look on his face as the sound of gasoline leaked out from the tank.

I think he said the paperwork took him almost 4 hours to complete (this was before computers) He got written up and had to re-qualify each quarter for a year, before he could re-earn his expert marksmanship pin.

As I posted in the other thread, our department did not have the Hollywood version exploding gas tanks.

It just leaked all of the gas out and had to have a new tank installed. We did ask the Chief if the detective could be put on the SWAT team in case we needed to shoot the gas tanks of fleeing cars.

Yeah we didn't have our keyed alike but it was habit especially on midnights,to leave the car running to go in to a convenience store to get coffee. So it wasn't uncommon for the new guys to come out missing their car usually just moved to the side or back of the store while you were across the street watching through binocs. The expression was pretty funny the look of panic while holding their coffee.

I have several stories from my days as LEO, but I wanted to relate one that happened after I left law enforcement. One job I had several years ago required me to get up and leave by 5 a.m. One cold morning I went out to start my truck and when I turned on the headlights I saw my neighbor from across the street walking towards me. He was behind an unknown man wearing only pants no shirt, no shoes ( it was about 30 degrees that morning) My neighbor was holding a revolver and as I stepped back out of the truck he asked if I had a cell phone to call the sheriffs dept. My neighbor had awoken and heard the guy trying to get into his truck, so he grabbed his gun and confronted him, saw me getting in my truck and brought the guy with him. I called the sheriff's dept, and within 5 minutes a young deputy arrived. I had gone inside and gotten my handcuffs and had the guy sitting in my driveway.

The deputy arrived, jumped out of his car, and almost tackled the guy, he then realized the guy was already cuffed and said who cuffed him? I told him I had, and told him he could just swap his for mine or take mine off and put his on. This took much longer to work out than it should have but he was a rookie. He then reached for the keys on his radio and got a startled look on his face that I instantly recognized (not that I would have ever done anything similar) His patrol car was still running and so guess where the keys for his locked patrol car were? Yep, he even went over cupping his eyes in the classic pose to verify where they were. I tried no to laugh as he had to call for a back up unit. Turned out the BG had been in a domestic disturbance about 5 miles away and had been pretty badly beaten up by a family member and had started walking. The deputies had been looking for him and so he was trying to crawl into my neighbors car to hide and get warm.
I felt bad for the deputy when the back up unit finally arrived with the spare key from the sheriff' office. they had to wake up a lieutenant, to get access.