The horror...
But since you didn't ask...years ago, I'm working the Interstate. Back before the days of the CHAMP units, we carried floor jacks and 4-way wrenches, and would help change tires for stranded motorists. So I'm running the north end, and I see a sedan on the shoulder with it's flashers on. I pull over, hit my lights, call in the motorist assist, and get out to help.
But they're not in need of any assistance. At least not mine. Young couple, with a 3 (or so) year old curtain climber who's smack in the middle of potty training. Junior had to take a dump, so they pull over, break out the porta-potty, and there he sits (on the shoulder side of the vehicle), taking a dump and watching the world go by. Priceless.
Never occurred to me to write a ticket (and for what?)...I was too busy laughing.
I'm out there, Ras...