My wife was driving my pickup on the freeway late at night; I'm in the passenger seat dozing, sleeping off a party we went to.
Anyhow, she's pulling over and I see the red and blues flashing around us, and I'm wondering what's going on. She's asking me where I keep my registration. We stop, and the cop stops behind us.
Then a second pulls in behind him. I'm sitting there wondering WTF because the worst thing I can think is wrong is a burned out tail light...
Cops come up on both sides; we roll down our windows, cops shine flashlights around within the vehicle - my head is pounding, thanks guy...
Cop asks my wife: "Why did you pull over?"
My wife replies: "Because you had your lights on, blipped the siren, and pulled us over...?"
Cop then says: "...Go on, get outta here."
We're both looking at each other like "WTF was that about?" - but my wife pulls out, gets up to speed, stays at the speed limit, then gets off at the nearest exit. We take surface streets home.
To this day, I have no idea what it was about.