Cops @ San Francisco international
When we arrived in San Francisco international airport our voyage on the US ground certainly didn't start very well: as we couldn't provide the customs' officials with any permanent hotel address we were going to stay in (my dad isn't very keen on planning things so his way of travelling is just to fly off somewhere, rent a car and see what happens and where we end up, I love his attitude! :) ) so they wanted to do this really heavy security check on us.
Meaning we had to sit for nearly three hours (the flight had already taken around 16 hours) among other people the officials had judged as "suspicious" (ie. moslems and black people) in some creepy security hall, while a load of fat, lazy guards, armed to the teeth, sauntered about chewing bubblegum with their mouths open and looking really upstuck and proud of their upperhand position - sort of like prison guards, muah! In all ways they were such UTTER copies of the caricature of the "lazy stupid American cops" you see in the movies I felt a great urge to go over, give them $5 and say "Go get yourself a doughnut, pal, you've reee-eeeaally earned it!" :D
In the end, they called my dad's credit card company, some international journalists' unions and various other instances to check out whether we were OK or potential terrorists. Then they let us out and didn't even bother to apologize. It's an understatement to say that I was pissed off at this treatment.