Tailgating When I was 19, I had a broken tail-light I didn't know about on my old Buick LeSaber and was being tailgated by a car at about 11:00 pm. Unbeknownst to me, it was an unmarked police car and was right on my bumper. I figured I would teach him a lesson so I hit the brakes. He hit me from behind and then hit his lights and siren after the fact. I pulled over and realized I was in trouble. Big trouble. Thinking fast, I slumped over the wheel. The cop came up to me screaming in rage until he saw me "unconscious" at the wheel. Then he started with the in pants defecation because he knew that the camera in his car recorded everything and would not paint him in the best light. He radioed for a supervisor then for an ambulance. Tells you his priorities. I refused a ride to the hospital. He and the supervisor kept asking me why I suddenly stopped. I acted dazed and then blurted out that we had to find the dog. "Where is the dog? Is he ok?" "What dog?" They asked, "The dog that ran in front of me before I was rear-ended," I told them. Both cops looked completely dejected. They wanted to know if they could call my parents. I handed the cop who hit me my dad's business card from the glove box, the one that says "Attorney at law," and asked if he could call my dad. He turned white and handed it to his supervisor who muttered "Fuqh" under his breath. This is how I turned the tables on a testosterone jacked-up cop looking for trouble and found it. It was my ability to think on my feet and turn a bad situation into a favorable one that helped make me the awesome litigator I am today.