I have one that happened to me with CHP, that I wished would be in COPS.
I'm driving my company F250 on L.A.'s I10 crowded freeway at 6PM. I pull on an exit ramp and make a right on Crenshaw. I ear tire screetching and police sirens. I look in my miror just in time to see a police car coming from the same offramp, sliding sideway like in those chase movies, coming full speed in my lane.
I pull over to the right to let the cruiser go by. To my surprise, the guy glues right in my rear bumper, still with the lights on, but cut the siren. Oblivious I pull over.

Young CHP guy comes out and walks to the window of my truck.
- Sir, have you been drinking?
-

... no
- Licence, registration, insurance.
- Here.
- Is it your vehicle?
- No, company truck.
- Sir, have you been drinking?
- No.
- Sir, have you been drinking.
-

... haven't had even a beer in at least 6 months, I don't like alchool.
- I saw you swirving in and out of your lane, and driving on the shoulder.
-

... you stoped the wrong truck.
- Get out of the truck!
- Sure.
- Do this, do that, stand on your head while counting to 60 with a finger in your mouth.
(I easily comply, obviously not drunk)
- Go back in your vehicle. (Guy walks back in his cruiser)
(10 min later, exiting the cruiser, cop walks to the door, and throws licence/reg/insurance on my laps)
- You are good to got, stay safe.
(1 month later, the boss receives a ticket for
tinted windows on the work truck).
I suspect he was a fresh CHP on a mission. I thought that not admitting he made a mistake and writing a ticket for tinted windows was a bit lame. I wonder what his boss would have thought of the Starky & Hutch driving parade.