Driving out to the Grange Saturday morning, just hours before the wedding, my Best Man at the wheel, we were pulled over. The cop walked up to the window and let Trevor (the BM) know that he was doing 35 in a 25 school zone. He asked where we were going, and Trevor proceeded to tell him about the wedding, and that I was the groom. The cop took Trevor's license and walked back to his car. Over the next few moments, I'm sweatin' at the fact that this is eating into our already short time and Trevor's got a few choice words about the cop, the timing, and everything else.
The officer walked back up to the car, looked at Megan (Trevor's Wife) and asked if she had a camera, which she did. He then looked back at me and said "Sir, you're going to have to get out of the car."
Ok, I'm thinking, at this point that it'll make a great story, so I played along, and he hand-cuffed me over the trunk of his car as they took pictures.

Now this would have been the end of a fairly funny story with a couple of funny pics...no harm, no foul...if Amanda (my wife and fiance at the time...obviously) hadn't, at that very moment, driven by. She looked over at the police car and time stood still as her eyes caught mine. I watched as her face went from curiosity to surprise to anger in a matter of moments. She didn't stop.
Ok, so I hopped on a cell phone and told her the story. It was a "one in a million" chance that she would have driven by on that road at that instant...but I won't live this one down for a long time.