jrzy, what happened to my wife was a bit different.
Her mom lived on a main road in Howell. There was construction on this road this preticular day. Her mom's house was about 100' past the barracades, well before the actual digging was going on.
Through the course of the day, my wife was at her moms about a dozen times. The cop that was sitting at the barracade grew used to her passing, and stopped coming out of his air conditioned cruiser after a while.
Well, evidently there was a shift change. My wife came to the corner, stopped, the proceeded to go to her moms.
The cop exited the vehilce yelling at her that "if you dont stop, I'll shoot!!"
Of course, my wife was scared shitless.
When I got home from work, she was a bit calmer, but still shook up. She told me the story, and I wanted that son of a bitches badge on my mantle piece, if not his head!
You know the story, wife was scared, and thought she wouldnt be able to walk down the street w/o getting police hassles.
I told her that they'd be tripping over themselves to stay the *F* away from her, but she didnt want to presue it any further.
I wish we did.