This is as good a place as any to tell of my recent encounter with my local police force here in the U.S.:
About a month ago there was a lunar eclipse, and for those of us on the East Coast the moon rose at sunset already totally eclipsed. It was a Saturday, and I went to work for a few hours that day, and then went to the gym. I timed it so I would be leaving the gym right after moonrise, so I could go home and watch the rest of the eclipse.
I went out to the parking lot, and walked around trying to figure out where the moon was rising. Unfortunately, the sky was overcast towards the east and I couldn’t see anything.
So I got in my car and drove to the exit. I looked to the left waiting for the traffic to clear, and was just starting to pull out of the lot when a guy ran up on my right, banging on my window, yelling “GET OUT OF THE CAR! GET OUT OF THE CAR!” He flashed a badge. He was an undercover cop. So I turned off the engine and got out. He was on his walkie-talkie and within two minutes there were five patrol cars on the scene with their lights on. Five uniformed officers got out and surrounded me. I gave my license to one of them; another asked me “Were you trying to run from him?” A third told me “Keep your hands out of your pockets!”
It was about then that I thought of the guy in New York City a few years ago who got shot 47 times while reaching for his cell phone.
It turned out that there had been a rash of car break-ins at that health club and the police had the parking lot staked out.
To make a long story short, they let me go. But I still think they were skeptical about my eclipse story. 
