Driving right before I had surgery on my knee, tore my meniscus off the bone. Pulled a wide right at a light and got pulled into a residential neighborhood. He comes up and asks for my ID and insurance, then goes back to look up my info. When he returns, I notice that his hand is on his gun and the security strap is undone on it. He then asks me if my car is mine, I reply yes. He then asks me why my name isn't on the registration. I tell him it's my car, but that it's in my stepfather's name.
He then proceeds to ask me what is in an ibuprofen bottle I have in my cup holder (Spoiler alert: It was ibuprofen), I tell him ibuprofen, and point at my surgery orders in my front seat. He tells me to give him the bottle, and looks at it, and then tells me that he's gonna need proof that my car is my car. I am irate, and I call my stepfather. I give him the gist of what the cop said (Cop still has his hand hovering over his gun mind you) and give the cop my phone. My stepdad tears him a new asshole (I can hear it over the phone). He then gives me my phone back, steals my ibuprofen, and says that he's going to take it for chemical analysis and that there will be a warrant placed for my arrest "when" they find out what it is. Yes, he actually used the word when. He then asks if he can search my car, I tell him no, and I get a ticket.
TL;DR, I got profiled by a cop for DWB, got indirectly accused of being a drug user, was suspected of stealing my own car, and was in agony until I could get more ibuprofen for my knee.
