4 years ago.
Late November.
About midnight.
POURING freezing rain.
I was coming to a stop at a red light, not more than 10 miles per hour, and CLUNK went right into a pothole that was full of water and looked like a puddle.
I was in the right turn lane.
I got out of my car to look at the flat and just then a cop came by and screamed at me to move my car.
I was like, Maam I have a flat tire, and she was like, I don't care, move the vehicle.
Aren't they supposed to protect and SERVE?
She probably didn't want to get out of her cruiser because it was raining and she had one of those puffy hairspray helmet head 'dos going on. I was pissed. She didn't even ask me if I would like her to call a tow truck.
I got my car into a nearby parking lot and some goofy hippie stoner lookin' Hampshire College kid also driving a VW stopped and helped me get the spare on.

Yay, stoner power.
Boo, cops who forgot what the FUCK it says on the side of their car.