I was pulled over Wednesday night by Officer Doyle on 128 southbound between exits 14 and 15. I drove through a street sweeping zone at roughly 1:00am and after I cleared the zone, I was pulled over. I immediately moved to the side of the road and awaited the officer. He approached the passenger side of the car, where I was not expecting him and so I was a little slower in rolling down the window than he would have liked. He was immediately hostile towards me and the rest of the passengers in the car. He yelled, “I’m not going to wait, roll down your window.”  He then proceeded to shine his flashlight in my face and the face of every other passenger in the car. He asked, “How old are you?” None of us knew who he was talking to, so my friend sitting closest to him in the back seat answered, “I’m 20.” He then yelled at her, “Not you, her.” So my other friend answered, “19, I’m 19.” He then asked to see my license and registration and we went through a long exchange trying to understand that I am a student from Minnesota attending Gordon College and that the car belonged to a friend of mine who was in the back seat. So I then asked, “Is there a problem, Officer?” and he answered, “Yeah, there’s a problem.” At this point, I still have no idea why I have been pulled over. He then goes back to his car and returns to look at the stickers in the windshield of the car before he asks me, “There’s a state wide speed limit of 40 in a construction zone.” I then apologized and attempted to explain my situation. “I’m sorry, Officer, I was not aware of that. I’m from Minnesota and…” He then interrupted me and yelled, “Yeah, you think I can’t read your license?” And I again apologized, “No, I’m sorry.” And he mocked me with, “Yeah, yeah, you’re sorry.” He then went back to his squad car and I turned around to talk to the passengers in the car, specifically the owner of the vehicle. I said, “Sarah, I’m so sorry. If I get a ticket, I’ll pay for it.” And she responded, “No, I’m so sorry, Sam. He’s being so rude to you.” And I said, “I’m just sorry that this happened.” Officer Doyle then returned to the car, on the driver’s side this time, and again shined his flashlight in my face. “Is something amusing to you?” he asked. I answered, “No officer, I was just apologizing to the other people in the car for what happened.” He then asked me, “Have you had anything to drink tonight?” I answered no. He asked “What were you doing tonight?” Sarah, the owner of the car answered, “We’re coming back from a friend’s house in Gloucester.” He asked why I was driving and I answered, “Cause she was tired.” He then left and came back again. “Can you step out of the car?” I said yes and got out of the car. He began to walk back to the squad car so I followed him. He asked me again if I had been drinking and I told him no. He then asked if I had any weapons on me and I said no again. He then snapped, “Step away from me!” So I took a step back. He then said, “Turn around.” So I faced away from him. He asked again where I was going and I turned my head over my shoulder to answer and he snapped again, “Don’t look at me!” So I face away from him and answered, “We are coming back from a friend’s house in Gloucester. We got there at about 10:30 and made pancakes and watched a movie, and we’re on our way back now.” He than asked, “Do you have any idea how fast you were going back there?” I answered, “50?” I had seen the street cleaners and police cars on the way there and knew they were going to be there on the way back, so I made sure I was going the appropriate speed limit, and to be on the safe side, went slower than the actual limit of 55. He then told me, “No, the truck that came through before you was going about 50.” So I answered, “Maybe 55?” And he again told me that I was going faster than 55. So I asked, “Can I ask how fast I was going?” He answered, “I got you going at 65. I didn’t actually radar you but I’m a pretty good judge of people’s speeds cause it’s my job.” I decided not to push the fact that I was only going 50 because likely he would have just gotten angrier. He then told me, “You have four other people in that car that you are responsible for and you have to be more careful. When you come whipping through a construction site like that you put everyone in your car at risk. I don’t want to have to be calling their parents to tell them why they aren’t coming home tonight. You can get back in the car.” He then handed me my license and then went to give Sarah the registration for the vehicle. He said he was going to follow us until we got up to speed and that we should drive carefully. He then said to Sarah, “Next time you’re too tired to drive, get a good person to drive.”

Needless to say, I was slightly pissed off. And now I'm paranoid to drive now. haha, no, I'm such a liar. But I handled myself very well. And now I am determined to officially file a complaint. Although I got no ticket and no warning, so I really can't complain for any reason other than my personal humiliation.