I tink dat cop nd manners 4 e citizens.

I have two. Forgive me in advance if they're too long...

#1: I was walking around my old neighborhood with a friend many years ago, and we were walking away from the general direction of the local horse stables on our way back to my house. A cop car stops us and asks us if we'd been to the stables lately because we looked "suspicious". After answering no and asking why, he told us that two suspects had recently stabbed a bunch of horses to death. Needless to say, we were a little stunned.

#2: One night during the winter (again in my old neighborhood), I was walking home from the movie theater where I had gone with another friend. It was cold, so I was wearing my trench coat and top hat (I went through a heavy Goth phase before I realized how stupid I looked, so sue me). I'm walking through a four way stop and there's a cop car sitting on the opposite side of the street at the intersection facing me. Next thing I know, he guns it and tears *** at 140 miles an hour across the street and nearly runs me over. He jumps out of the car and points his gun at me and yells for me to get my hands in the air. Naturally I'm freaking out at this point.
He asks me if I'd been up on Pennet Cove that night, and I told him that I honestly didn't know because I didn't know the street he was talking about. My friend and I had been trespassing on the local cemetery a half hour ago, and I thought that might be what he was talking about, but I had no idea. Then he throws me on the hood of the car where my face proceeds to melt into the hot metal and tells me to slowly retrieve my ID card.
I hand it to him and he growls "you wait right there" and gets in his car. A few minutes later he gets out and tosses my card at me and begrudgingly tells me that I can go, so I tell him not until he tells me what the hell that was all about.
He then tells me that someone had been stabbed to death on the street in question and the suspect matched my description. I had no idea that, in a gated community populated entirely by soccer moms and jock families, there even *was* someone else there who looked anything even remotely like me. But that's not even the end...

I walk the last five minutes back to the house in complete shock, walk in the door and Ma immediately starts asking me what's wrong because I was even paler than usual. So I tell my parents what happened, and they were more than a little shocked. But then I found out later that my Pops had actually driven by towards the end of the whole ordeal and left me there thinking that if I told him what happened, everything would be cool, and if I didn't, he'd have words with me.
Needless to say he slept on the couch that night after he told Ma about it.

Being accused of two separate stabbings within the same year was just one reason on a long list of why I was so thrilled to move out of that hell of a neighborhood.

When I came from the store getting groceries, I had a flat tire and no spare on hand. There was a police officer on the premises and he gave me and my children a ride home. He was so nice.

It's nice to see a positive experience.