Here's my cop story:
A group of friends and myself were going to the corner store to buy some pop for a movie party we were planning to have. There was maybe three of us, so I guess you can't really consider that a group...
Anyway, we bought the pop, two bottles of Coca Cola (I drink water, personally), and headed off home. Where I live, everything is placed very far apart and it takes a lot of decision making to decide to go to the corner store. The walk is quite long, depending where you live. Anyway, we bought the stuff and for some reason we didn't get any bags so everyone could see what we bought. I didn't care because I didn't have to carry them, LOL.
On our way back (it was about a quarter to eight then) some cop car pulls out to the side of the road. He didn't even put his signal out! He made us stop and he started asking us all these questions. My friend started hyperventilating or something and the cop could see that she was scared so he kept asking all these questions because he got a thrill from it. When he finally went away, my other friend, who was answering all of his stupid questions, explained to me that the cop probably thought that we were going to mix booze with the pop! Can you imagine? Everything is a crime now! And it wasn't even late! The sun was still out for God's sake! Somebody needs a life!!!! I hate these stereotypes. How am I going to trust a cop with anything? I mean, if someone chokes and I call the ambulance (we don't have 911) I'll be blamed for it because I'm a teenager. Grrr...