One time a police officer thought I was smoking marijuana, so he cuffed and searched me. Then he found out that it was just my inhaler, not a vaporizer, and he wouldn't stop apologizing. It was awkward because it happened outside of a headshop, and I was about to go inside and buy some tobacco paraphernalia. He didn't want to book me and all that jazz, so he uncuffed me, and gave me his number. He said if I ever run into trouble with the local police, to call him and he can help work it out, if I kept my mouth shut about his arrest and such. Haven't seen him since then, he worked for local police, not campus police.