Bizarre.
I had one pull a gun on me in my driveway in a case of mistaken identity.
I had one beat me up for grins to impress a rookie.
I could go on.
A friend of mine had a cop walk into his own home and start giving him grief.
My friend just sat there and calmly asked where he was supposed to be (the cop was in the wrong house), and if he had noticed that there were three pistols, two rifles, and a shotgun laying on the kitchen table where my friend was sitting. He was cleaning the guns after a weekend of shooting.
The young cop turned white, ran out of the house, and called for back up. Dispatch was laughing so hard he couldn’t breath. They know my friend, and sent the rookie to the wrong house as a joke.