Funny story:
A few years back, I was riding shotgun in my mom's '98 C5 vert (her driving, no front plate) on our way to tour Ohio Northern college. We were heading north on Rt. 23 and were stuck in a crowd of people behind a state trooper. Nobody would pass this guy who was barely going the speed limit. Well, she got ballsy and decided to ease on by him at maybe 56-57 mph. Wouldn't you know, as soon as we get in front of him, he flips on his damn lights.
Well, this sends her into a womanly rage. "That asshole's only pulling us over because we're in a Corvette..." So, we pull over on the side of the road, and the statey comes strolling up to her window. Also, being that the car sits so low, I don't think he realized I was sitting in the passenger seat. The conversation went like this:
Him: "Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?"
Her: "I honestly have no idea"
Him: "Well, I pulled you over because I saw that you have no front license plate"
Her: "o rly?"
Him: ''ya rly"
Her: "Well, I must have just forgotten to put it on when I bought it"
Him: "Ma'am, we are constantly looking at front plates to try to identify stolen vehicles...blah blah blah."
Her: "Oh, well this one isn't stolen, so it's no big deal"
Him: "Well ma'am, it is a big deal. What's it going to take for you to put the license plate on the front of the vehicle?"
Me (who'd been silent the whole time): " Two screws and a screwdriver"
Him: < Bends down> < Evil glare> "I'm going to let you off with a verbal warning, and you folks have a nice day"
...and off we went. Never did put that ugly ass plate on the car though.