I got pulled over for being pulled over.
This was in Iowa, and I was at the time driving an '88 Dodge Ram. For those familiar with the "nose" area of Iowa, I had just used the cloverleaf in DeWitt to transfer from Highway 30/11th Street, to Highway 61 Northbound, at about 5-6 a.m. after spending the whole night driving around everywhere (and this was after working, too). It was still dark, since it was still winter-time. About 100 feet after coming off the cloverleaf on-ramp, I had pulled over for a moment for something, I don't remember what, with my cousin and his girlfriend in tow with me. I was clearly off the road a safe distance, and had pulled over for something trivial (I think my cousin had to pee? I don't remember).
I'm about to click the truck back into Drive when I see the flashes in the rearview, so I keep it in Park and shut everything off, and roll down my window. Officer comes up, asks the usual paperwork, I open my glove box and retrieve the necessary items along with my license and give it to him. I'm waiting a solid 8-10 minutes to have the guy come back from running my information. At some point, a backup officer rolls up behind the first one (three people in my vehicle, makes sense so whatever). My cousin and his GF had also given ID since we were out under what DeWitt considers curfew (none of us are even from there, whatever).
The officer comes back up and gives me my stuff back, then starts with the questioning.
"So what are you guys doing out here?"
"Just spent the night driving around because there's nothing to do."
"I see. Well we had a report of a vehicle in a ditch around here, you know anything about it?"
"No, I haven't seen anything. I just got on the highway and it certainly wasn't me."
The other officer is listening in from the passenger-side window, and checking things out. He then speaks up.
"Oh? Then what is this dent here?"
The dent is from an incident on a bridge that was curved, which had black ice on it, a while previous. I hit the side at maybe 5-6 MPH so it just bowed the front wheel well out a bit, no major damage to my truck and none to the bridge so I never reported it or sent a claim in.
"That's from an accident a while back."
First cop: "Oh, I see. This is 4-wheel drive isn't it?"
"No sir, that's the Power Ram. This one is badged D100, the D-series of 4x2. You can double-check anything if you like."
"No that's okay, I see it's 2-wheel. Okay, so I doubt this thing would get out of the ditch."
"Yeah, these tires aren't the best let alone with all this snow."
The second officer is now shining his flashlight in through the window. I had left my glove box open and he's giving it a good long scoping. If they can see something illicit from outside the vehicle, that's probable cause to do a full search, but I have nothing so they found nothing.
"What's with your eyes? They're all bloodshot."
"I've been up all night after working, with the heat going, driving around like I told you."
"Well it looks to me like you're high. You haven't been, you know...?"
"No, I'm not into that."
"All three of you look like that though. Do you smoke any marijuana or anything?"
"Sir, I lost my dad to drugs when I was 3 years old. The only memories I have are photos in an album. Do I sound like the kind of person who would think drugs are good?"
"Oh... well, you guys have a good evening."
They then both took off. And thus concludes my story of how I was pulled over for literally being pulled over. Just like a scene from Super Troopers, almost.