...in Indiana. I was speeding...75 in a 65. State policeman (solo) and I hit the off ramp.
I am armed.
Officer comes up to the door...asks me to open it (it's a semi... this is common).
He tells me what he pulled me over for...I tell him I have a legal firearm in the truck.
Officer (O) "I'm all for law abiding citizens carrying legal firearms. Do you have a permit?"
Me: "Yes."
O: "Are you planning on shooting me?"
Me: "Absolutely not."
O: "Licence, registration and permit please"
Me: [paperwork, logs, bills, yada, yada]
O: "where is the firearm?"
Me: "it is [redacted]"
O: "ok...please slowly place it on the dashboard" [officer places his hand on his holstered service firearm]
Me: [three finger pinch hold...keep the barrel pointing away from the officer...slowly on the dash]
Officer: "perfect."
More yada yada...the boring business of being pulled over in a commercial vehicle.
Officer: "Is that a (type of gun...honestly can't remember what but it wasn't what I have)?"
Me: "No, it's a [redacted]. Would you like to see it?"
O: "I would...but I better not...people would see and get all freaked out. Wait here... I'll be back in a few minutes."
<A few moments later>
O: "ok...I issued you a warning. Keep it under 65 and be safe."
Me: "Thank you Sir... Have a good day."