Once (October 2, 2010 after the Duke - Maryland game to be exact) I got detained on the sidewalk outside of an otherwise awesome weekend party by a police officer. I told him, "Sir, please let me go. I am not your problem. I am on your side."
He said, "Oh yeah? How exactly are you on my side when you're running around the block at 12 AM, drunk, half naked, shouting obscenities?"
I replied, "Well, I am sensitive to the livelihood of you and your fellow comrades in blue. That is why I no longer eat pork."
Misdemeanor C right there (Not really, Maryland doesn't have classes for their misses). Fortunately, based on my skin color and the amount of money and influence my family had (not really), I only had to work some community service (ACS) and pay a $175 fine. Fortunately, I had collected that much to buy a couple kegs for our next party, so I really only had to do some charitable work with an inner city organization, which I liked so much that, four years later, it became my first fulltime, post-graduation job.
It's nearly 10 years later and I still don't eat pork.