I have a similar story....
I was working at a bar on 6th street one summer (Joes Generic) in ... '98 I think? If you've been there, you know they cordon off the street on the summer weekends, as it fills with a couple thousand drunks both Friday and Saturday.
I was getting off work one eve, and skateboarded across the (mostly empty) street to go to a different bar for a beer. Id was stopped by a police officer, who menacingly told me that I could not skate here. I asked him if he meant the sidewalk, which would have been acceptable enough, but he said "No, on the street. Anywhere. You can't skateboard in Texas."
I pointed out that the street was completely free of autos, and people too at this point, wherein he exclaimed "Are you giving me lip?!?", and proceeded to arrest me. (There may have been a few other words exchanged, but they were more of the same, and polite enough from me, I knew better at this point in my '20s than to antagonize an officer without good cause.) He threw me into the back of his van, and drove me to the station for booking, while completely ignoring my pleas for an explanation, a charge.
When we get there and I'm being searched for all things interesting, he finally acknowledged my questions (presence of other officers?), and says he's booking me for "drunk and disorderly". I insist that I was stone sober, and he should test me. He explains that "this is Texas, and I don't have to test you. If I say you are, you are."
At this point I became willfully indignant. I mockingly mentioned that if he needed a real charge there was a pipe in my backpack with a little resin in it. He enthusiastically complied.
I would like to be able to say that it got more interesting, that i was somehow dignified in defeat. But in all truth I only got more verbose, culminating in my evening spent naked in the rubber-room, designated for the likely to hurt themselves type.
Morning shift came, and the ward nurse noticed me, "Um... You shouldn't be in there... Hold on...", and gets me out in time for arraignment. The "pipe in my bag" story got a chuckle from everyone in the court, including the judge. I was told to return at such n such a date, but i skipped town back to SF. Maybe I have a warrant....
Also, fuck that cop.