This was back when I was in high school.
A friend of mine and I were in my garage doing something to his '81 Civic's Exhaust system. We were wearing dirty car-work type clothes, covered with grease (we had done some other stuff to his car as well). We finished and decided to take it for a spin.
We continue to drive down my street and exit my addition. We leave the garage door open. A cop (there are *never* cops in my neighborhood) happens to see us leave my house. So he pulls us over after we're about 100 yards or so out of my neighborhood. This is probably around 11PM.
He approaches the car and begins to interrogate us about what the hell we're doing out on this night. We explain what we had been doing. He asks for my friend's license and registration and then goes to check them out. 2 other cop cars roll up behind him. We're sitting there wondering what the hell is going on (realizing this guy can't really do anything to us since we weren't doing anything illegal).
He comes back to the car and asks for my license. I reply "Why would I have a license on me sir? I'm not driving." So we have to go through this whole BS process where he verifies that I actually live at the house who's garage door I left open
He turned down my offer to go back to the house and ask my folks
After hanging out for about 30 minutes he decides that he will "Let us off with a warning". A warning for what?
Don't think it was funny? This may have been one of those things where you had to be there.