The New Jersey State Police is an odd outfit. They have a kind of paramilitary tradition. They were founded by Norman Schwartzkopf's father, a World War One calvary commander. They have rigid discipline, excellent training and espirit de' corps. They wear uniforms faintly reminescent of those from Hitler's Germany. Prior to the 1960's, they actually lived in barracks like soldiers. Just after the Korean War, my father passed the test for the NJSP, but decided that a married man should go home at night! They are all muscleheads and spend hours a day at the weights and look like professional weightlifters.
Well, fifty years ago they kept the peace in rural areas. Now, essentially, the whole state is served by local police departments, so 95% percent of these well-trained, militaristic, body-builders ride up and down the two big North/South highways in NJ, the Garden State Parkway and the New Jersey Turnpike, giving out traffic tickets. They are frustrated men. Its sorta like telling an Airborne Ranger that his main task in World War Three is to act as a security guard at the local seven-eleven.
No excuse for a cop being rude, but as Paul Harvey used to say, that's.....the....rest...of the story.