Recently I read something about someone having a funny run-in with the police. My own favourite story is from the mid-nineties.
I boarded an elevator in a downtown Toronto apartment tower to visit a friend. Being the conscientious person that I am, I made sure I carried coffee and donuts (or similar sugary treats). After pushing the appropriate floor number button I realized I was not alone: Lined up against one side of the car were three Toronto police officers. They were about my height, tall, with the more senior officer in the middle. He looked at me and said: "You know it's not safe bringing that into an elevator with cops aboard."