This one still pisses me off:
I was 17, out on a training run in the hills about 20 miles east of Sac, and spotted a purse along the road. It had clearly been rifled through but still had ID, so I brought it home, found the lady's # in the phone book, called her and she came and picked it up, very thankfully.
All fine....until three cops knock on the front door. Turns out the lady she had a kid with her that said he saw the guys that took it from her car in the first place, and I looked like one of them. One cop stands on the porch on his radio, two come inside and grill me, basically calling me a liar - like, you just happened to be bicycling out there, for no reason, and we're supposed to believe that? My mom had to hire a friggin' lawyer who pled it down to something that would go off my record as a minor.
....still burns me up.