They would say, "please step out of the car, sir, grab your ankles and bend over."
(I once drove into eastern British Columbia for a grand total of 45 minutes. When they scanned my passport on the way back to the USA, the single guy at this backwaters customs checkpoint freaked, assuming the only reason someone goes to Canada for 45 minutes was cheap pot or something { in this case it was to photograph the Kettle River }, and searched my car. Upon searching my car, he discovered my mobile surgeon bag, containing first aid items, surgical instruments and DRUGS!!!! { lidocaine, antibiotics, antiseptics, Betadine } requiring me to also present my California driver's license and physician's license to prove what I did for a living. After about ten minutes of this, he gave up and let me through.)
(I once drove into eastern British Columbia for a grand total of 45 minutes. When they scanned my passport on the way back to the USA, the single guy at this backwaters customs checkpoint freaked, assuming the only reason someone goes to Canada for 45 minutes was cheap pot or something { in this case it was to photograph the Kettle River }, and searched my car. Upon searching my car, he discovered my mobile surgeon bag, containing first aid items, surgical instruments and DRUGS!!!! { lidocaine, antibiotics, antiseptics, Betadine } requiring me to also present my California driver's license and physician's license to prove what I did for a living. After about ten minutes of this, he gave up and let me through.)