One time on my way to work I pulled up to get some gas. On the other side of the pump was a motorcycle officer (He was black, if you want to add the race angle to the story).
So, I pull up to the pump, my radio blasting, when I notice the officer. Now, as a guy who can usually be found breaking one minor law or another, I get policenoid. Paranoid around police. Its just always been my response, from being a troublemaker in my youth. Dont get caught. So, my first instinct is to turn my radio down as not to violate any noise laws. I step out of my car and the officer makes a comment about my music. "Is that David Bowie?" he asks. It wasnt, so I say "Actually, this is the Pixies, but I see why you might say that" "Ah, yeah, I knew that song was familiar" he said. We exchanged a few words about the album and I told him to have a nice day as he drove off.