I've been in a similar situation before, with Dearborn Police. But I was so scared and I knew that I had nothing to hide that I just complied even though I KNEW that they were violating my rights.

Here's the story, copied and pasted from another forum... I know EXACTLY how they feel.

Here's a story and transcript

WARNING: STORY IS EXTREMELY LONG, AND TAKES PLACE BETWEEN 5:00PM - 5:30PM

BTW: I'm dressed in jeans that fit. They did NOT sag, nor were they TIGHT, [[I hate both) although kinda short. I also had on a light gray hoodie, and under that is a green and blue plaid button up shirt, and white Mid-top Nike Air Force 1s. White socks.

Found an iPod on Craigslist. As you guys and girls know, I've been going insane for the last few months since my iPod was stolen in November '09. Search for "Someone broke into my Jeep Part Dos"

So I got desperate and couldn't afford a new one because I had a 100 mile a day commute back and forth to school, and another 20 miles back and forth to work each day of the week. Gas costs serious $$$$ and right now my car insurance payment is still a few days late. [[OK so I'm gonna pay it right after I make this post.) Saw a nice deal on Craigslist for $120... 80GB iPod. Had to have it.

So I talked to the dude, after several text messages and today, phone calls, we set up a meeting in Dearborn, MI at a Starbucks. Come to find out we are at two different Starbucks locations after I specifically said the Starbucks at Michigan and Oakwood. He's at Michigan and Oakman. Ugh. So we ended up meeting in the parking lot at Fairlane Mall, next to the Macy's and JC Penney. I'm driving the WK [[of course, refuse to drive the Kia), and he comes around in a blue '07ish Cadillac Escalade. Dude is about my age, maybe a few years older.

Him: Hey, sorry about the misunderstanding.
Me: That's alright.
Him: [[Hands me the iPod)
Me: Can I turn it on and plug it in to check it out?
Him: Sure.
Me: [[Checks out the iPod, turns out to be OK.)
Him: Everything OK?
Me: Yeah. [[I hand over the cash) Thanks.
Him: Yeah, I get these all the time, just let me know if you need another one, or know someone else who does.
Me: [[I get kinda suspicious, but OK, whatever, I don't know this dude, he could just be a seller of refurb products, as this iPod was refurb-sealed)

He leaves.

So I'm sitting in the parking lot still trying to get everything synced up.

I see Dearborn Police running around. Didn't think ANYTHING of it until they creeped up behind me, turned on the lights.

Me: WTF? [[To myself)
Me: Hello officer. How are you today?
Officer #1: Hi. Could you step out of the vehicle? No wait, turn the vehicle off, step out of the vehicle, and give me the keys.
Officer #1: Do you have anything on you that I should know about?
Me: No.
Me: Does what he asks me to do, which involves putting my hands on top of my head and such.
Officer #1: So what are you doing here?
Me: Why do I have to go through all of this?
Officer #1: Oh someone may have called in some suspicious activity.
Me: I met a guy right here, I purchased an iPod from him, found it on Craigslist.
Officer #1: [[Continues to pat me down from head to toe)
Officer #1: What's your name?
Me: [[Gives him my full legal, government name, all 26 letters of it.)
Officer #1: How old are you?
Me: 22.
Officer #1: Turn around and face towards him. [[This is Officer #2, who just came out of absolutely NOWHERE, dressed in street clothes.)
Officer #2: Where's your ID?
Me: It's in my wallet, inside the cupholder.
Me: [[Walks to go get it.)
Officer #1: No, come back here now, he'll go get it for you.
Me: [[Goes back to my place I guess.)

Officer #2 [[Decides to go touch my wallet, look for my ID, and gives it to Officer #1, and I guess he goes to type the information in his funky little computer.)

Officer #1: Is there anything wrong with your license? Is it revoked? Suspended?
Me: If it's suspended or revoked, I darn sure do not know about it and I'd appreciate it if you told me because I make a living off of my driver's license.

Officer #1: Who's vehicle is this?
Me: Mine.
Officer #1: Where do you work?

[[At this point I'm started to get really frustrated)

Me: Metropolitan Parking Services located in Tower 200 of the GM Renaissance Center, Downtown Detroit.
Officer #1: Do you work full time?
Me: No.
Officer #1: So what else do you do?
Me: I'm a college student.

Here comes Officer #3!!!!!!! He pulls up in another squad car, this one unmarked, and parks in front of my Jeep. The Jeep is blocked in at this point!!!!!!! Even if I wanted to, I couldn't run and go anywhere!!!!

Officer #1: Where do you go to school?
Me: Eastern Michigan University [[As if this wasn't evident by all the school logo crap on and inside my Jeep)
Officer #1: How long have you been going to school there?
Me: Fall 2005.
Officer #1: How come you haven't graduated yet?
Me: I took a year off to take care of my mother, she was sick and couldn't walk.
Officer #1: Oh.

Meanwhile Officer #2 is STILL searching my Jeep, and Officer #3 is assisting.

Officer #2: What's with the black leather gloves?
Me: They're my motorcycle and scooter riding gloves.
Officer #2: Is that what this helmet is for?
Me: Yes.
Officer #2: Where is the motorcycle or scooter?
Me: At home. In the garage.
Officer #2: How is the computer hooked up? You got a power plug in here?
Me: Yeah, the power inverter is next to the console.
Officer #2: Is THIS A POLICE SCANNER?
Me: No, it's a CB radio.
Officer #2: What do you need that for?
Me: Trail riding.
Officer #2: HOW ARE YOU ABLE TO AFFORD ALL THIS STUFF?
Me: I WORK SIR. MY MOM TOLD ME THAT IF I WANTED SOMETHING, I HAD TO WORK HARD TO EARN THE MONEY TO BUY IT!

Officer #3: What's with the tires?
Me: I'm trying to sell them but nobody seems to want them because they don't have much life left in them but I figured SOMEBODY would possibly need them to get by.
Officer #3: Where did they come from?
Me: The Jeep you're looking at.
Officer #3: What size are they?
Me: P245/65R17.
Officer #3: How many miles do they have on them?
Me: 39000.

Officer #2 and Officer #3 are now in my cargo area.

Officer #2: What's in the box?
Me: Subwoofers.
Officer #2: Anything else inside of them?
Me: No.

Officer #3 Asks me why I'm there...... this is the 3rd time now....

Officer #3: So where are you going to get the songs from?
Me: My computer.
Officer #3: Are you going to sell music?
Me: No.
Officer #3: Now don't lie to me, WHY ARE YOU HERE?
Me: I just told you and your fellow officer here, why exactly I'm here.
Officer #3: Now do I have to go inside to that computer to prove it?
Me: Go right ahead. [[I wasn't gonna give them my password )
Officer #2: Hey wait you've got two iPods in here.
Me: Yeah, that one belongs to my sister.

They all chit chat for a little bit.

Officer #1: Where are you going now?
Me: I'm going HOME SO I CAN GET READY FOR WORK, I HAVE TO BE THERE AT 7:15PM.
Officer #1: Here. [[He hands me my license back.)
Me: [[Hops back in the Jeep, puts SOME Of the stuff back where I had it, there were papers, and other random crap I carry around in the Jeep everywhere, seats down, etc etc.... then discover I have no keys.)

Me: Yeah uh...
Officer #3: Yeah I guess you need your keys huh?
Me: YEAH, I GUESS I DO NEED MY KEYS.
Me: [[Drives off like a bat out of hell. )

I am just so unbelievably angry right now. There's some stuff that went down that I cannot remember or just can't think of right now, this isn't everything.

So disappointed.

Words cannot describe. At all.

To sum up everything, I just wanted to make it to work that day... and class the next day.