All out in the open, major road (market street), enough cops for a kegger. Before anyone came up to me, a captain (or other white shirt) joined.
There were guns out, young cops runnin about all nervous & angry.
I will say, that my name may not agree with my appearance, if you will, but I was wearing a suit, while driving a big GMC (gosh I miss that truck).
The man in charge came up to me, talked, I shared info, let him know that I was armed, and although a study in "wut tha heck!?", I understood the situation.
Due to a stolen plate (mine) and the lag in reporting & replacing, the plate that I had on my truck was reported stolen (and something else mentioned, like fraud).
Luckly, I had my receipts from the purchase of the trucks on everything was cleared up right quick.
This was the luckiest stop of my life, as my soon to be fiancé & I were traveling to Canada the next day and would've have had a fun time at the border.
The moral is- sometimes, s**t happens & it is what it is, so don't don't make it worse.
I am, by no means, "pro cop" or pro any kind of authority but I don't break the b@lls of any working man/woman - unless they deserve it and are unarmed