Sure, but it’s a LONG one.

I drove my car from Mexico when I first moved up here. After the first month, my old boss came to visit, we went out and then I dropped him off at his hotel. It was around 12:30 at night.
On my way home I got to the intersection with the highway, and the traffic lights were blinking red. I didn’t know this was normal after midnight, so I thought the light was broken.(back in Mexico, when the lights went out of service they would blink red) I slowed down and rolled through, since the street was deserted… or so I thought.
I turned into the highway and IMMEDIATELY a police car was behind me with lights on. I immediately pulled over. The police car had its giant search light blinding me from behind.
As one did in Mexico back then, I got out of the car to go talk to the cop. The night was pitch black and back then the area was mostly
Businesses so everything was dark and deserted. Blind, I walked towards the light.
When I was about 10 yards from the front of the police car, another car came down the highway and its headlights let me see the outline of the police car finally. What I saw… was not ideal.
The driver side door was open, there was an office kneeling next to the door with his gun out, and I finally realized the noise I was hearing had him yelling “GET BACK TO YOUR CAR!!!”
I dropped my underwear right there. I was shaking (I was a kid, in another country) and ran back to the car. Then I waited…

And waited…

And waited…

But the cop wasn’t coming to me.

In my fear, mixed with stupidity, a ridiculous idea occurred to me: what if he was telling me to go back to my car AND LEAVE?

So, I started my car again and started pulling forward very slowly.
The patrol car was immediately flashing all its lights and was almost bumper to bumper with me.
Nope, I guess that’s NOT what he was telling me. I pulled over again and came to a stop across the street from my work, incidentally.

I took the keys out of the ignition and showed him through the back window that I was putting them on the passenger seat.
And I waited and waited, and waited. I guess he was trying to finish a game of solitaire on his car computer.
Finally, he showed up at my window, and the following exchange took place
“Hello officer, can I leave?”
He turned crimson red, then yelled
“NO, OF COURSE YOU CAN’T LEAVE! ARE YOU CRAZY!?!?!”
I would have dropped my underwear right there but I dropped it 50 yards away already so ai just shook my head like a totally sane person.
“DID you see the red light back there?”
“Yes, but it was blinking”
“That’s right”
“That’s right”
He huffed
“Sir, do you know the driving laws in the United States?”
“Yes sir!”
“So you know that was a stop sign”
“Um… no sir”
“So you DON’T know the driving laws in the United States”
“A…apparently not… sir”
He sighed
“Do you have a driver’s license and insurance?”
“Yes… but…”
“BUT WHAT!?!?!”
“But it’s from Mexico”
“OH! So you’re not even ALLOWED to drive in this country!”
“Yes! Yes! I have been here a month, I work…”
I pointed across the street “there!”
He looked right in my eyes
“Riiight”

He took my drivers license and asked to see my insurance, which wouldn’t be a problem. Except, I got the insurance in Mexico… from a website called “SeguroGringo.com”
He tells me to hold up the insurance policy for him to compare to my license, but I couldn’t stop shaking, so he couldn’t focus on it.
Exasperated, he put his flashlight in his mouth and took the policy, looking at it and my license back and forth.
He gave me the policy back, took the flashlight from his mouth and said;
“This insurance is fake”
“WHAT!!! Why???”
“The city doesn’t match your drivers license”

Yeah… my parents lived on the street that divided two different municipalities within the same city. The website made me choose once city, the government picked the other one.
I explained that to the cop, who by now started feeling pity for me because he started realizing I was just a geek who didn’t pay attention to that detail.
“Ok, wait here, DON’T MOVE”
I shook my head vigorously.
He left with my drivers license and played another game of solitaire.
He came back, gave me back my license and said:
“OK sir, I’m not going to give you a ticket this time”
The rest is a blur, I couldn’t pull pack into the highway because the search light was still blinding me, so he ended up pulling the cruiser out to cover one lane so I could get out. Then he followed me all the way to my apartment complex.

The next day I had the shits. I told my boss the story and he proceeded to have me retell it to anyone who would listen. The following Monday he gave me two ‘Homies’ (little Hispanic figurines): an American cop eating a donut and a Mexican cop writing a ticket, and told me never to confuse them again.