Several years ago I was headed over to a friend's house at around midnight. It was only 2 miles, so I decided to run. Cop stops me and and asks where I'm headed in such a hurry. I don't recall exactly what I said, but it was something about how I was responding to an emergency call from his wife, who needed a real man, right now. Next thing I know, I'm on the ground, my ribs are killing me, and he's gone.
Fucking cops.