Let’s see:
As a middle aged white male I was accused of being a drug dealer by a cop in St. Louis on the basis of crossing more than one lane of traffic on one signal.
Coming home from the Dr. with a box full of sample packets, a red light in front of me turned green, the truck in front of me pulled out, and the samples shifted. I glanced down, the couple in front of me were fighting, he slammed on the breaks and his trailer hitch made a hole in my bumper. The cop said a ticket was mandatory, then gave me a card. Turned out he had quit the force and the next week was starting a course where you could avoid points on your license if you paid to take his class.
When I bought my house, the old owners left a number of things they were required to remove. No escrow, so no way to enforce it. They also left a Culligan water softener. We weren’t in a hurry to return it, figuring he could pay for our water softener for a while until we purchased one. One day the Culligan man found a door unlocked, entered the house, traveled it’s whole length, and spilled salt water all over the basement floor, then again in the drive. I called the police. They declined to come out to the house, and when I tried to press the point later, came to the house and tried to intimidate me. The cop admitted he was familiar with the Culligan owner.
My house was broken into in the middle of the afternoon one Sunday. I don’t think anything was taken. The responding officer declined to even fingerprint a decorative tin box that the thief had twisted the lid off.
911 called and said the girl next door had called about he mother having a medical emergency, would I go be with her until they arrived. Never met the girl, but was friends with the mother. I get there, the (nursing student) girl opens the door and says “Mom’s dead, and she’s been dead a long time!” Dad is 2–3 hours away, grandma, 4–5 (I’ve met none of them). I end up talking to grandma 2–3 times and promise I’ll stay with the girl until family arrives. A cop arrives (that I immediately nickname, “I’m too sexy for my shirt”), interviews me, and tries to force me to leave. I finally say, “Look, i made a promise to the grandmother. It’s not your decision. If the girl wants me to stay, I stay. She says ‘go’, I go.’ She says stay, and he’s visibly pissed and makes me spend the majority of the time standing in the yard.
I have not had good interaction with the police, and never really met one until I was 40 or so.
Longest post I will ever make, I promise.