quotas are very real. ask any police officer.
here is a little story...
i was driving down the road minding my business, stereo on, but not excessive. i go to make a left turn and a cop pulls behind me. im going to turn into the gas station so i figure he was doing the same. the glare on his lightrack looked like he had lights on, but i thought it was just sunlight (see image at bottom) , well apparently he did want to pull me over....but i didnt realize it until after....so i turn into the gas station, pull ahead to the farthest pump and jump out to go to the clerk. the officer jumps out of the car and grabs his holster...and yells "stop right there!" i lok back at him and i said "whats the deal homie?? im just getting gas?" so he grabs me by the hand and twists my arm up and around. then grabs my other arm and throws me on the trunk of my car. (im 6'4" 260lbs and the offier was about 5'10" 180lbs) so i obviously would have had th upper hand, were something to go down. so i said, "hey man i didnt do anything, whats your problem?". he pats me down, grabs my eyedrops, (which i use for my contact lenses, honest!), keys and my wallet and throws them on top of the roof of my car. he goes on with the usual questioning.."do you smoke weed....have any weapons or stuff i need to know about, etc etc." i said no to everything, and it was the truth...so he's looking inmy wallet for ID or my license (dont have them). Im like "i dont have a license" he's all like "ok go have a seat in the back of my car" he gives me this whole shpiel that i am going downtown they are going to get me for a mideameanor, im going downhill from here. (i guess he was having a slow day cuz he went on and on). so i then asked him, "so what did you pull me over for?" he doesnt tell me at first. after they run a background check...took about 5 minutes, I gave him my real name and stuff but nothing checks out. he said "ok we have nothing on you, so you are free to go..if i catch you again without a license you are going down...for now you are free to go" im thining, "allright this is cool" then i asked him again, "so what did you pull me over for?"....he said "oh yeah...(pause)...you have a broken winshield, and you are going to have to get it fixed"....so i get out of the patrol car, grab my stuff off the roof of my car and go and proceed to fill up. i know the gy who works at the gas station really well so i chit chat cuz he obviously recognized me and stuff....etc. so i go back and ol' copper is still there....i go back to him at the drivers side of his patrol car..."thanks man...thanks for letting me off easy." "stay out of trouble son, and get that windshield fixed" i respond, "i understand that you have to meet your quota..."...
so i jump in the car (literally, bumped my head on the way in) and go straight home.....
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